In a world of sadness and distant dreams,
A world of silence, faithful as seems.
Where shadows speak, and dreams awake,
The real life, of mouse and snake.
The reality of life, of predator and prey,
The continuation of night and day.
A cycle stops, a faint idea,
A distant call, an echo’s cheer.
Whispers echo in walls of silence,
Echoes whisper in halls of defiance.
To know what it’s like, to hear the song,
A tragic tale, one must stay strong.
Dreams and shadows intertwine,
The passage of time, a whispered line.
The whispers of mine, the silent hush,
Imprinting the heart’s deep brush.
Beyond the veil of far-fetched dreams,
Where past and present dance in streams.
Lies a realm of forgotten grace,
Reflections of a hidden face.
The journey inward, through the haze,
A tapestry of nights and days.
Reveals secrets of the soul,
A mosaic seeking to be whole.
Each moment, a silent reverie,
The soul will screech truths not to be seen.
Bound by threads of fate’s design,
A world for us, not yours and mine.
February, 2025
