Life Is Just A Moment To ......

Timbering Times,

the satellite,

the style of connect.

The type that leads to complete,

not be bound,

by past lives met.

The release of any deed,

the basis of a thread.

The bridge to built,

a composition.

 life instilled,

in death I'll know it's said.

The intellect,

just said wreck,

the block of talk in played.

Attraction came from the sound,

 the deep tones that drew me 'round,

composed from when I felt,

Time was just a Lend.

No confusion, life is doing,

speaking thoughts, feelings brought,

across such grace in find.

An elemental burning dues,

to stop exact of what might be fact,

repeating life's mistakes,

until we fix the pace.

Future Lives,

released in Hi,

the trace of a goodbye,

the better path to reply,

in peace and not a lie.

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The freedom from a promised run,

the state of what was done,

now played back,

securing track,

to gallop far from pact.

The trend of what has been,

to halt what seems a blend,

to find a door, a threshold for,

to never dual ascend.