When flickers of the mystic spring squeal
When archives of thought still loiter…
When the hidden moon still wonders
In quest of a gleam of the bright
Amidst the curses of a mystic delight
I dismay those thoughts in marvel
Today rebukes me in mystic sparkle.
Amidst my woes, where is the miracle?
Tomorrow is another time fiasco.
One who treads in mystic tide of time?
Knows the song of the not so bright.
Of yester years, to ponder without yonder
For he is lost, he who fails
To spring the magical wonder?
For he who ignores the dance of the tide of time
Is lost in the flush of a sparkling dime.
He who has is tacit of the magic time
Reckons you from a scathed mine
Beckon him who has outdid the magic wild
Knows the cuddle of unfathomed bright.
Of the mystic song untold
Of the blatant truth in bold
Of the mystic shades of greenery…
Of You, envisioned in me.
When meadows wafted in shady glades
When tossed the dimes flicked in dappled shades
To hear the escapist vibes.
Of a beckoned of an unsung morn
Of a twilight with a magic concealed
Still in tang of the lore revealed.
There was but one,
Amidst the thousand deserting lone.
It’s she who sang the rhyme
Amidst the quails of an taxing time.
She who sang the numinous quatrain
‘Thou shall fade who fails to wade
The tide of the magic time’
He who abhors the magic of time
Time is patience in delicacy
Tie is the core of forgotten reality.