a different time

a different time,

a different place,

You and I touched with

the sound of the crashing sea

covered by a crimson sunset

in a land with no horizon,

waiting for a tomorrow

that would never come,

with a love that could not die

as flesh and bones

silently crumbled

into dust;

no words spoken,

looking into each others

eyes we both knew

there would be another time,

another place;

shadows fell,

darkness descended,

fire and mist

showed the way,

then nothing

but the sound of weeping;

and memories.

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