the ink has dried
words begin to fade
as paper crumbles
but the sentiments remain
etched into my heart
the ink has dried
words begin to fade
as paper crumbles
but the sentiments remain
etched into my heart
light of the past
casts a shadow over the future
and conjures an image
embeded in one’s physique
were man tried to displace God
the resulting cataclysm
led to his demise
My ideals failed me
they led me to believe
in something more
when the one constant
is the shining sun
looking upwards
where dreams go to die
upon awakening
I found a purpose
to pursue my ambition
In awe of the world
When you left me
a scar formed
showing your cruelty
the emotion I felt
cast a shadow
inhumane thoughts
stole my identity
through pain and suffering
I found solace
Courting like bees
awaiting one’s dreams
true love’s promise
rest upon these wings
a lifetime of happiness
their vows bound
a place in society found
choir of the dawn
calling for a mate
their first date
a union is born
walking on the sand
footprints in memory
looking back
the ebb of the tide
had washed them away
turn to face you
the renewal of purpose
enlightens the skyline
and brings clarity
the peace of which
breaks the war torn horizon
first day of spring
the birds sing
welcoming the dawn
the nestlings yawn
Is it possible?
To remember someone.
An image, that passes like a shadow,
across the mind.
Reminding me,
of a moment.
Reflected throughout time.
robin in a tree
what songs
will he sing
for me