Endangered thoughts swim like dust through streams of warmth in the sunlight of the morrow.
Captured by our vision until lost outside the light.
As those aspects soon long gone fall to the ground in sorrow.
Stirred up only at the glint of an adventure into the night.
Lost in the winds of changes left unspoken.
Contemplation within dreams only dreamt while awake.
Hardly shed the words yet a bond strongest never broken.
Hard to know which is worse, the burned bridges, or the painfully open ones we rarely take.