The soil is sweet
with the memory of us…
Cascading through time:
Let memory rewind
to simpler days wreathed in
Naivety.
When the world didn’t collapse
into atrophy and ex-sanguination,
and love was the simple symphony
of your exhalations beside me.
Let’s move in slow motion…
ignoring gravity’s allure
and the temporal dissonance
of Life’s reminiscences.
For time scythes indiscriminate,
ravaging the ether,
yet this conjunction of hearts and minds
remains outside the confines of such paradigms.
Ephemeral yet eternal in the ocean of sound.
