Winding The Afternoon

It was like stepping into a world, different and divine -

The terrace was a common scene

And so was the sky hugging the horizon,

And still something was vague and vivid,

Born as if anew and borne like an ancient curse;

Breathing and burning slowly,

Caressing the tomb it's buried in,

One day when it's let loose

It feeds on the world like an obscurus.

It was like standing endlessly through time.