dream-time marches

@Uootem

her mystical accession, a vast conquest of utmost mystery
where mind knows no truth... but hearts confess no other
the cadence of dream-time marches... to the rhythm of time
in a desolated park-like landscape in his heart
and parades in front of him her love's effects...
for her voice is the sound of trumpets and drums in him
yet he is alone in hearing... knowing full well
her fan-fared arrival... will end as it pleases the need to remember again.

yet he still believes that in some place other then here
the visions of dream-time... will bring their lives to march in unison
but will his dreaming end like this... it always ends like this
hanging on the flagpole for dear life
"She was here, and yet she is there",
or: "She will forever be wherever you are not", or ...
sooner than later, sooner than even he believes ...
the eternal light of love flicks on... above his head ...
illumination that attracts laughter inside his soul
it seems to say: the band plays on
it's her, he thinks... smiling, looking across the field ...
there's no need for words ...
her accession, a vast victory of utmost mystery ...