dream thought time
in a cut-out space of Heaven,
by myself, I don't feel alone,
thinking inside this room, I've thought,
that time heals all, but time itself,
too much time I have forgot,
in moments of grand delusion,
a magical epiphany,
time holds still for a second,
as it dances away with our dreams,
beautiful love entangled spider-webs,
catch visions for us to see,
they float like drops of Jupiter,
tho' we forget most everything.