Blessed we few
in the moment, so true
to see her fly, to walk,
begging her with our eyes
drinking her in with limpid wonder.
She does not notice
or perhaps her ivy
demeanor, verily for us
allowing the true blue moment
to linger
Onwards and upwards
lasting in me a moment
immortalized until perhaps
I die.
and when I do so too shall thee.
Fore in me that moment
inoly now you exist shall pass, buried with one under dewy grass.
never again shall you look as you did,
for even now, tis true time.
will beat at you, up you.
But in me you are free of times grasp
It will never be the same and
point must be made
That it shall never be the you I know.
A stranger evermore.
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