This space between; the obstacles we’ve seen That keep these forlorn hearts so far apart, The river time that wends through that ravine From sweet sixteen to this rapine forepart, Memento mori, pirate to our story, Who navigates this rift of space and time, A cack’ling thief who plunders rightful glory And carries ‘way our music and our rhyme, It is this gap, this chasm deep and wide I shan’t abide; and so I’ll gather sticks And stones and bones and bricks together tied, I’ll clear tree stand for lumber to affix, And build a sturdy bridge to you, my dear, I’ll toil day and night ‘til you are near. - Scott Alexander McKenzie
Masterpiece 🏆
Breathtaking ❤️
I enjoyed this, Scott.
"Who navigates this rift of space and time,
A cack’ling thief who plunders rightful glory
And carries ‘way our music and our rhyme" has such a satisfying flow and paints a perfect picture for the piece. Great work!