SUCCUMB TO TIME

I saw my Body succumbed to Time

So beautiful, like Poem of single Rhyme

Golden Mist, with frames of Light

I was Inside, but amazingly also Outside

There was the Real Me, sonny!

Not moving, as Moving was a slow Cartoony

When moving, the speed of Light was to Accompany

Not willing, as willing was an act so phony

Not thinking, this was the last garbage, if any

The Oval Golden Mist, was a Single Spark so shiny

For what Purpose were these All about?

For the Cosmic Memory to show the Clout

It seemed all were in the shades of Light wave

Not a shred of Carbonic threads anymore to save

Gone with the Fight, stay with the Light

The Peace was so Solid, as the Holiest Night

I saw my Body succumbed to Time

So beautiful, my Soul so small the size of a Dime

The Indestructible Soul only that small

It's made of Light, the same with Angels and All