Time Was A Vision

Time was a vision
in our minds that we could not see.
We are not alone in our visions,
we are only here to see what we can see.

As I see my visions,
my mind is unopen to what I had thought.
When time has left me,
my bodies given to the earth with it's flowers.
Only the heavens can take me
as I rest my head above the sky.
In this time of symmetry, in this place of love,
only time was a vison that was what it was.

A vision of peace,
only time can kill our thoughts in love at ease.
As temptation follow pass my breath
and above our heads,
can we find that time was a vision that was miss-lead?