Slipping deep into lovely dreams,
captured in unseen things.
Lifted quietly to the sky,
warm thoughts venture by.
Swooping down pleasantries,
living through centuries.
Whistling through space and time,
Ethos developing in our minds.
Lifting fully, shady glance,
Sadness and laughter at our chance.
Searching, yearning, each year frisked by,
bypassing moments, we felt a sigh.
Suddenly, smash, thunderclap!
We met again in a rippled smack!
Echoes of time stream out introspect,
Will the next rimple leave us set?