Walked into the mist of yesterday
climb the tree of knowledge today
found a path hidden behind a riverbank saw a stranger
pass by and disappeared.
Never realized that in just one
day strangeness appears from
nowhere into the present
watching magic come alive in
my eyes.
Woke up in a fog of yesterday's
mist wondered deeply into
my mind, what had happened
in just one day, and disappeared
as fast as it appeared.
Just a sound of an empty memory
capturing love's last embrace, a
a verse in a book of love, magic in
a land of tranquility, covered with
wisdom, the light of destiny, balancing
time out into perfection admiration.
A soft touch of what would have been
if tomorrow would have appeared.
