As a gurgling laugh,

Love, courses down

The tranquil stream,

Of perpetual Time.

Through prosperous lands,

Wildflower meadows,

Dazzling mountains,

Enchanted ancient trees.

Breathing,  day and night,

In a lush, sensational dream.

I am complete.

But through the serpentine stream,

Of deceitful Time,

My dream, is carried away, by the day,

By the hour, so far away,

It isn’t a gurgling laugh, anymore

Only bitter tears, of forsaken Love.

Time is pounding my desires,

Against sharp rocks.

I am bleeding out, the last thought of you.

Love fades into oblivion.

I am alone, I am incomplete.