Time of Thy Spirit

Paths to the red frames across

Screens play for the precious king

He illuminates like the endless sparks of diamonds in my heart

held in care, ever so gently

They are deeply entertained, all of my offsprings

Absorbed in awe, they continue to pray

The imperials, they gather

In red flames with pure gowns

I asked myself, "How can a child have my spirit?"

Time took me away to many stars

An entrance that caused my mind to be convinced of such abstraction...

We are altogether. 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

To time.

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