Balance the haromy

Far then the distance
It is seen thru the lens
Made to appear closer
It is sight of oce thought was fiction
It is time ordered.
And seen at night.
It is placed closer to
The beganning
On the edge of night.
It is sorrowed
And gone unseen.
It makes words with
Discions
And nightmares of dreams.
It comes from the left
And centered til.
The rangles of wishes
Make the time rvealed.
Left both.
That centers are seen.
Parts of nobelity
Slivers dreams.
Better at center
Til the thought is thru
Left of the deliver
And more of you!