Projected relevants of eternity with time,
photon stimulation to the eye by light to refine.
The sight in time to freeze the moment keen,
particles in no time can't age to be seen.
The speed of light in will of mass is infinite,
time in hold shrinks to zero sight as spirit.
Needing space in time to invite the perfect image,
giving the living the relative needed privilege.
To conquer the darkness to open the dreams ahead,
ashes to ashes and eternal images from the dead.
The loss of faith by told pictures to blind the sight,
when shadows still dream by the magic of moonlight.
The scars of life do not matter in fact,
then colors in light spectrums are specific tracked.
The dream of life in love by death as birth,
the birth in conceiving death for to know its worth.
Waiting for the image to see the all of greatness,
significant in time to adjust the sight to saintness.
That light in stimulus as poem to become the perfect sight,
for visions in process to join again in that eternal bright.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem