Avenues Of Time

Poem By David Lacey

Into the abyss, I flew, crystal bliss I’m missing you
All the blues we were fed at school that helped make the fool you see before you.
They’ll always drag you down, no matter how hard you try
They’ll never tell you when it’s time to run from the falling sky.
Go catch the breeze its not as easy, never as easy as they'd have you believe,
Taking leave of your senses, what do we do, left with no defenses wearing our heart upon our sleeves?
Three wreathes woven, intertwined a feast a sacrifice held in honor of some long lost love,
Tonight we dine by candlelit fineries, pretending we know something of the year that bore our wine.
How times have changed, too many friends we have lost to the void of obscurity.
Clarity in its most abstract form calling on insanity.
What is it we're searching for, an answer to a question that lies undefined?
Still lie three wreathes woven intertwined, as clouds bear silver linings
We know everything will turn out fine, at least for a while, at best with a smile
I’ll keep forever etched upon my mind, holding on through the avenues of time.

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