Transition of Time

Days devouring whole to flavor its lives,
Despite all paths desired to practice,
Where dooms grow stretched out of balance,
Negotiation ceases to exist.
Drawn eyes must stay awake like the watcher,
To resist such lack of a gratitude,
While greed shall pronounce such heavily merits,
It is without courage to journey the stars.

Death looks upon its realm with a dreadful gaze,
Corrupting with fear of a simple recede,
An occurrence too fatal for any concern,
Riddling strange thoughts of a hesitant wake.
Reflections in the pool of a blazing sun,
Haunts the night of such peaceful twilight,
The unspoken prophecy calls up a name,
A crafted destiny by an unfolding life.

But the sea remains deeper than the surface,
So look beyond the reflection of the pool,
Paradise is perhaps undiscovered,
But may not exist within short vision.
The colors of a horizon change,
Granting sympathy through a baby hope,
Channeled straight to the forgotten souls,
Flourishing a potential beginning.

To endure such a transition of time,
One's clear eyes shall be evident to truth,
Look about the sun, but dance to the night,
Ears open through slumbers of doubt.
The words of verity shall not bind love,
Death's scriptures remain proposed by fear,
Since the sunrise brings forth another day,
The golden sunset will surely fall again.

~Lidless Eye