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.