Written upon the world of belief
Sacred scrolls of long long ago
Occasions confiscated by wandering thieves
Holding faceless clocks with hands letting go
An enigma creates this unspoiled sense
As thoughts are sanctioned upon breeze
Surveying thoughts into mirrors, hence;
Introspective reflection could never believe
Unraveling threads of wanton desire
With mounting contempt in selfish accord
Words recklessly fueling emotional fires
Far too precious no heart could afford
To lose the awe inspiring position of
The mystery to discern what this means
Surveying thoughts from nether-land love
Where naught was all it would seem