Delusion grows from refuge.
Thinking, that curves too sync.
Out of depth the iris burns.
Transitional flakes of time.
In segments wrath was dealt.
The, transparent self is vacant.
Improved attainment was granted.
Living beyond the static future.
Figures walk no shadow.
Thoughts are processed as one.
Reactions reflect what once was.
The scope transcends pixelated souls.
Time flew with every retreat.
Our hearts fell of a loving beat.
The narrowness we were pleased to muster and share.
Declined the thought of a single pair.
She was mine, a glowing light.
Pale with blue Aryan eyes.
The hope to recapture a sliding force.
Threw us on a separate course.
Though we smiled and muscles ached.
Our fate stayed tort on summer days.
The lost of love sailed in time.
We drifted on a downward pine.
I refused to let the curtain draw.
Applause was short lived, hope used a sword.
This may be our last night alone.
Winter sets a distant dream.