Only If... Poem by Purple 97 Angeline

Time decides to take a rest
Cease all the tickings of the face
Suspend in the transition of seconds
Discontinue in the passage of minutes

It is only then, that nothing will ever matter.

Someone so familiar yet unrecognizable
Someone formless yet impermeable
Gliding, hovering, sinking, overturning
within the oceans and surging
waves that hollers and lures
ripples that arouses and entices

Through the seawaves I shall blend
Deep within oceanic waters I befriend
Perhaps one day I will loathe
Perhaps someday I will detest

only perhaps...

IF, will never exist in reality.
Dreams are my reality.