The Vision

You're the one I never saw
The one to whom it never concerned
And in a certain manner of speaking,
It never will.

You're the one I thought I remembered
From another one's face
Those blue fires hooked a fearsome second,
Then threw it quickly back.

You're more than meets the eye
But less than meets the mind.
You'll launch a thousand ships in time,
But none will come back home.

If you take a look around,
At the clocks I have in store,
You'll find none without a face,
But without yours, forever more.

So where was I, among trifling thoughts.
The Willow's word has come at last,
No promise for things I see.
I must say, that I am estranged from this reality.

The End

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