Draped in Time
A Crystal Held in Cashmere's Fold
A Clock that Melts, a Key Unmade,
A Memory in the Heart is Laid.
A Quiet Force of Nature, Vast,
A Gentle Strength Designed to Last.
What Seems to Fade Does Not Disperse,
It Writes Itself in Silent Verse.
In a Valley of a Sleeping Sea,
Resides the Reason for Eternity.
An Echo Woven, Soft and Deep,
A Promise that the Light will Keep.
From Stillness Comes Her Supple Grace,
A Truth that Time cannot Erase.
Let Presence be Her Time and Space,
The Quiet Strength, a Warm Embrace.
