Best of Times in a Golden Age

The sun sets and rises to see
two seemingly star-crossed lovers
in their prime
Enjoying their time with each other

Fabled grains of sand fall
Passing through time and glass
Flowing like fleeting moments
Memoirs of the past
and
hope for the future
coming together
Culminating as the present
A beautiful relationship
between the here and now

Shadows and spectres
of acquainted faces
and familiar places
They come and go
paying their respects
to concepts set in precious stone
Symbolic of life and love
United plights
Bonded blessings
The embodiment of destiny’s duality

Life is read by
chapters and stages
Each day is a brand new phase
A turning of pages
marked in the book of ages
If what’s seen
in between the lines can be believed
then tempo and rhyme
reside on the same page

On the same page meaning
the closest they’ll ever be
in age
in time
in body
in mind

Also the farthest
from shadows of death
from pain
from tears of sadness
and melancholy moments
From upheaved memories

The closest they’ll ever be
to all that they long for
and
The farthest they’ll ever be
to what cuts short their felicity

Fates demystified
made no less exciting
no less frightening
no less inspiring
no less painful
no less special

It is in this moment in time
they both realize
they will spend
the rest of their lives
with each other
They each will die
as their loved one can only watch
Fates that can not be stopped
It eases the pain knowing
they have a love
that never dwindles or wanes

Magic manifested in a minute

Their lives are a medley of emotions
melancholy moments
merry memories
with many more going unmentioned
and they embrace every bit of it

Just as this circle
is without end
Their love for each other
is eternal

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Time & Immortality

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This One Managed to Escape

This one managed to escape
Every word
Every line
Another seal for its fate
It was created in the darkness
During a time of harvest
Meaning
Its inception
was made through connection
Of previous collections
It was born
To quite a prestigious lineage

There’s an ethereal world
A world where more like this exist
Constantly dismissed
Consistently persist
Though they simply insist on existing
They never cease
They never desist
Adamant bastards

There are links and locks of every kind
Extending from every shadow
From every idol
Every shrine
Capturing these offspring of the mind
Entrapping these young seeds
So as they grow
They never know
Free

This one managed to escape
A Prometheus proponent
Beseeching the deep thinkers
Consistently seeking something special

This one managed to escape
Contraband flames in hand
Transporting ethereal resources
To the land of the tangible

This one managed to escape
Unfortunately
Its anthropomorphic metamorphosis
Was not yet complete
Yet there is a future
Where there is more fortune for it

This one managed to escape
Ran right through the gates
As the ever vigilant fiends gave chase
Sharply whetted teeth
Wet and dripping with hate
Deadly dagger edges that lacerate
Creating open wounds
Where self-deprecation can infect
Leading to a morbid infestation
of disconsolate thoughts

This one managed to escape
Many of them do
From this world
They are Intergalactic travelers
Ecstatic
Having unraveled their own mysteries
The perception of this world
Is the cause of their inception
Each one birthed with congenital zest
Predilections to embark on journeys
To accept quests that test their virtue
And they do
With every rhyme and reason
Though not the best timing
But they escape
They elevate
They create
It is
Their fate