The Vault of Heaven and the Wild Blue Yonder

Of times gone by I seem to get fonder

For, nothing’s meant to, forever, last

The dreams of yesteryears, the shadows of the past,

The Willows by the River, the Roses in my lawn

The surge of the Orange Orb, the phantom called Dawn,

The sleep in my eyes, the smile on your lips

The colours in the sky before the Sun dips.

Those promises of forever, those words we often speak

Lost, in the mist of Time somewhere, like things we cannot keep,

The reality, when it dawns, points only to cinder and dust

The Rendezvous that’s final, that meeting that is a must

But, Remorse and Regret are words both to forget

Best be away, best never met,

Too short is Life to be weary and teary

But there’s the depth of the seas in the word, Sorry.

Let the stars shine in both the skies and the eyes

Embrace righteousness and shun the lies,

Let's never forget in the whirl called Life

There hangs a sword on each head like a knife.

Let Peace of Mind be the target to attain

As we walk through the waves of both comfort and pain,

It's a struggle with the mind and a battle we must win

Midst the clamour all around and the constant din.

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