A Different Time

a different time,

a different place,

you and I touched

with the sound of the crashing sea,

in a land with no horizon,

covered with a crimson sunset,

waiting for a tomorrow

that would never come,

with a love

that could not die,

as flesh and bones

silently crumbled

into dust,

with no words spoken,

looking into each others

soul,

we both knew

there’d be another time,

another place,

shadows fell,

as darkness descended,

fire and mist

showed the way,

then nothing

but the sound of weeping;

and memories.

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