Shapes

Magical Shapes lifting high above landscapes swiftly bounding just below,

As land appears happy,

Clouds change from green to sea blue,

Motionless, then, movement, as it only appears to ebb and flow,

Distance traveled,

Mistaken remedies to answers unknown,

Aloft from thee,

Our past long decided,

To only go back,

Now that time has shown,

Revealed now these secrets,

Withholding signs of forever’s release,

A dark beauty held surrounding your eyes,

Followed patiently into silent nights, Repeated,

As always and thus again by our suns rise,

Living days seem to grow short,

True melody, drifts slowly,

When rhythms began,

Receiving,

Now obtaining one’s knowledge

Each time as places pass,

With journeys sole independent existence,

New ways of embracing hope,

Allowing subconscious themes into reality,

This time, at rest,

Our common desire,

Necessity,

Which is never to be,

Questioned,

Duplicated, or Redesigned,

Yet believed by some,

Great answers to mysteries there we will find…

                                    K.