Where Time Stands Still

There is a place
Beyond Space
And the movement of things

Where time stands still.
Where there is two of us,
But only One.

It is a quiet garden
We visit in the nights.

A giant sunflower grows there.
Its courageous stem
Reaches heavenwards
Endlessly.

Its roots
Are fixed in eternity.
Sprouted, as they were
From the seed of our immortal longing.

Watered periodically
With moon beams,
The soft melodies
We hum silently to each other.

Its proud head
Adorned by golden petals
Of the utmost radiance,
Thrives on our dreams
Hushed desires
Our persisting embrace.

There is a place
We go to,
You and I.

It is a quiet garden
We visit in the nights.

There is an altar there
Where I carved your name.

My fading rose
To whom I dedicate these verses.

I surround it with angel tears.
I annoint it with pure sound.
I lay before it offerings
Of our broken promises
Wishes unresolved, willingly sacrificed.

When the songbird’s wings are crushed,
That is when he makes
The most beautiful music.

When the grapes of hope are trod upon,
That is when they produce
The sweetest wine.

There is a place
Where we remain,
You and I.

It is our garden
Beyond Space and Time.

Our nocturnal refuge.
Our lasting abode.