An Emotional Sojourn...Was It Not?

This here, is a trope of emotion,
Time Stood still and so did They,
They had decided They would harness devotion,

For Their own pursuit for Solitude had led Them astray,

For does time really ever stagnate?

Their own experiences were rendered chaste,
Is it not a flow, that simply does not wait...

This was unexpected, how it felt and that too with such haste!

How dark are our sentiments?

With great trepidation They came to realize,
These sentiments; They harbour such deviant tenements,
To control this conception of  thoughts, a design They must devise!

The way it felt, it was ethereal,

Such great stigma, a turbulent torrent of senses,
The illumination of Their beings: Asterial,

What light filters into us, through what lenses?

They serenaded the stars, in Their sojourn from regular life,
This time of unconventional and unreal existence,
Cut deep, deeper than Carnwennan or any other knife,
The shrouding shadow, the seductive mist: Why this irresistance!

Once into normalcy They again descended,
The longing was a crescendo in Their heads and Their hearts,
These aphrodisiacal thoughts were supposed to expire, yet they persisted: Unintended,
They rallied their senses, for the cathartic arts;

To no avail, for Their minds did not rest,
They decided to let it be and in all solemness accept,
Accept how it felt and smile, for this thought could not be suppressed,
In Their compliance they flirted with realities and secured their 'ship from being wrecked; 

Till today the idea rages: A reality which was murdered before it was even born,
What if? A question which shall resound across eternity,
A time, different from today, maybe joyous or forlorn?
This idea shall survive and seduce, in eviternity...