Glitch in time

'Twas a yellow afternoon

when a claim was made to go to

never before reached heights.

Breaths were taken on the best moment,

the moment before it all begins.

Inhale, exhale.

Glasses were raised by six hands

and rain tried to water down the blooming ideas

of journeys to midnight.

It didn't; brave and stubborn minds conquer thunder.

There was patience, then hymns,

then jumps and woes

and bells and hints of the open side.

The time of boldness came to pass,

the denouement at last.

Inhale, exhale.

It was just like before but this time,

with misty sights, relieved hearts, and satisfaction.

A moment, like a glitch in time,

was without bounds,

without rhymes.