Drift

There is a music brewing slowly,
Distant songs in the mist

As dawn breaks episodically
Across the world
And drops into the void
Between our dreams.

Clocks turn in slow motion
And seconds sludge
As we pace,

Maybe our hearts are in unison,
Maybe we’re just destined to drift,

Maybe our moments sit stolen,
High on a mountain somewhere.

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