What Was, Is, and Always Will Be

Just a third of our thoughts are deeper than the oceans we drown in. And if thought surpasses the heart with tears, then your rivers are as pure as golden silver. The Lord builds the clouds from man to earth so that no one can know the waters of our cleansing spirit, which could say how much I love you over and over, even beyond the mountains that water carries away from its own foundation but never moves from its own heart that stands in the place of what was or what will be unless our hearts pour over the highest mountains that come together in the end or until we both realize that love we once knew. For only love can tear us apart until it tears us back together. Only a third of what was, what is, or what will be tomorrow can only be today. Do not let forever become a loss, or our own hearts crying out loudly for the ones we would give this world up for. To compromise the light shining upon you is to fear your own heart, giving another a chance to someone who deserves it.