I traded dreams for gilded thrones, For crowns of gold and hardened stones. The laughter soft, the love so true, All faded fast, obscured from view.
By Davescalesabout a year ago in Poets
I walked a path both long and bare, A winding trail through silent air. Each step a question, bold, unclear, Each mile wrapped in doubt and fear.
The clock stood still, its hands at rest, No pulse, no tick, no beating chest. The world hushed soft, a gentle sigh, As if the earth had paused the sky.
Today, I hold the pen once more, To script the words I should’ve before. Each line a whisper, soft and true, A melody sung, just for you.
A single drop fell from the sky, Its voice too soft to amplify. No thunder roared, no tempest came, Yet in its fall, it left a name.
I clung to the clouds, high and vast, A fleeting dream, a moment passed. Suspended in a trembling state, Afraid to fall, to tempt my fate.
I chased tomorrows, vast and bright, A future glowing just out of sight. My mind was bound to distant schemes, Weaving worlds from fragile dreams.
If I could go back to where it began, To trace the steps of this wandering man, I’d pause in the places I once passed by,
I stand where the shadows kiss the light, At the edge of who I’ll be tonight. A fragile line, both sharp and blurred, A silent song, an unwritten word.
