R: Sanctum Sanctorum

An ageless time, days blending into nights for the duration;
the relentless passing of time, wasted, replaced by more time to
obscure the reality of our Eden. Weeks, months, who knows.
The place was real but the time surreal, surrounded by the
beauty of the green. Laughter blocked this loss,
the best times remembered, immortalised.

In and out the window, the door a power struggle; three
without care, fear or cares, we drowned our mourning
in the cool bathing water, a relaxing soil in which to grow
The lust for experience without physical harmony meant
relationships flowered, a base for the second stage. Three's
company, all on an equal expedition without a map.

Talks and discoveries, isolated within the swarm. Democracy
evolved, paper, scissors, stone; acceptance of each others
thoughts and views gave us a bond of respect, even love
Early dinners, late breakfasts - an agenda to suit just us. The
few
predilections we had were heralded, filled with a sense of
righteousness that nothing could split.

Time had to come, that shuffling spirit
stepped out of the shadows to block our path;
He spat at us instructions of change.
Reality returned as we gave up the keys and
the scene of our best weeks replaced by
an exhibition. A scene now lost, but never forgotten.