Yore (Long ago), 11:57am
Undermined time, words have no frame, it was in the days of yore!
D as in dreams or nightmares captured, mine that is, here are yours.
Reflections of steps, they were walking some more, shadows of more.
As a nostalgia of old, they were on that water. For five, against four…
Our essence or your core? In the name of Love, we asked for more.
D as in despicable gods, here is the Lord of lords! Good is at His core.
Indeed determined, your muse said, “encore.”
You want more, these fingers did open a door and more but mainly a door.
Let’s move along. And along with being soar, a still verse went hard-core!
Ancient gods were defeated, they were floored. They got soared.
Please show these people a window, since the ceiling turned into a floor.
What is life and love and death and nights that never end when choices or
Visages that have their Beauty depleted by old ages get twisted by the new and ore?
We want more!
Undetermined seconds that turned into minutes and hours, they are ours!
Ours for the good and the best, they are there for us so no more therefore.
12:27pm, it took that long.
Our thoughts transformed into lines that turned into verses and stanzas and more.
Thursday March 20th, 2014 © Christian D. Koumtog.