[102] Mine, Yours

My story, Yours

from where I stand

from where you do

the moon glows big and slithered

and the sun rises and sets

as flowers spread gently across

endless gardens and green expanse

as walls brutally shatter

with holes and empty frames stands

until the moon don't shine,

until the sun explodes

I will follow you through time

until the bell chimes

a thousand times

so I can call you, mine.