If I could go
back to tomorrow
to the time where Time is not
where but
Immortals have their
Being
each Soul a Universe of
Love…
If I could hold
heaven on my palm, though
in hell, forgiving
all Mortal Scenes
both grief
and brief…
If I could touch
a heart of stone
smelting same to gold
with a blazing, blinding torch
from the gaze-rays of my eyes, cleansing
it of past peers
and future fears
like the fierce furnace of Fate…
And if I could unravel
all enigma-tricks
fulfil all well-wishes
out-marvel
all mysteries
and walk the end of Infinity
to find my
long lost love
ME!
then why moan
o’er a broken
dream when I
Soul
Creator
am the Inventor
of my Destiny!
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