A Ripple

A ripple forms in my mind
a twilight rip in time
a shacking crashing thing
that tacks with it all the pain
its like a glowing burning stone
or a frozen crystel of old
it has no real truth
only that witch it wont show
it tells no lie
and seeks no truth
it wishes for nothing more
then a world to explore
this ripple that forms with in my mind
has with stood the sands of times
and I think I understand its true name
it is love itself a lasting flame
all men weather young or old
will feel the grip of this holy crone
for no matter what the age
the ripple will in cage
your very heart and soul
till times ends its endless flow....

©Insanity