Trance

The horizon seem less doubtful and hope flies to reconnect with the missing purity of innocence,
Every warm flash of past memories appear on the skies of twilight, evoking the past and the lost,
Time split away to be static as all moves freeze at a thought of broken inability to reconstruct life,
Solitary inspirations remain fixed, each fraction of time paralyzed to wake me up from life’s’ dream!

-Deep
16th feb', '09