Dreams we dreamnt...

Dreams filtered by the sands of time,
Cease to be.
Because you are no longer mine.

I used to think,
That the dreams we wrote in the sky.
Would still remain.
Even after the clouds had passed by.

But dark days,
And storm weather.
Blew our plans,
As if they were as light as feathers.

And now,as lay,
Looking at the stars at night.
I kinda wish you had stayed,
For in the darkness,you were my light.

People are dark and so am I.
I try to fight the darkness with light.
But it’s hard because people are dark.
It seems pointless to fight the darkness all day when I know I will only be engulfed by it at night.
But still, I cling to the little shards of light I do find.
I cling for dear life.