Red On A Watch
The clocks of time,
Stop even in their tracks,
Forcing all but two,
To freeze in silence.
Terrains filled,
Through silence and immovable force,
Clouded in red,
Purple,
And pink.
Powerful strength binds all as one,
As all bound tightly,
Dream on.
Paths wind,
Twist and turn,
Following invisible arrows set so long ago.
Beating,
Singing,
Dancing along,
To all but two's,
Immovable silence.
Dreams take shape,
Memories fade new,
As the clocks of time,
Circle two birds of red.
