Between Times

 

The drums of time I have stopped
The ecstatic quietude
Sucks up every fear
And every desire
 
Illusions of the moment
Featureless figures
Intensified feelings
I`m running behind my shadow
 
In this vastness
I can feel your presence
I cannot understand
Your misleading words
 
Inconceivable beauty
Sweet melody
Forgotten senses
Are waking up
 
Dark is the night
Always and never
This is the time
Of total purification
 
Lost in thoughts
Trying to touch
 
The perfect moment
But the clock strikes again
 
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