Will I ever reach you
when there are tides surging and sweeping anything in between?
Have you seen something on these stair steps winding within?
Wild-eyed hope scurry into the woods of the night to heed the call,
wasted so many years growing up to find nothing beyond these walls.
I falter hearing blood and friends are in their ways broken, but all I do is listen and pretend to understand,
decipher encrypted messages of fate engraved in their calloused hands.
We are spent being rogue satellites looking for a sign of life,
fledgling wanderers cut by thorns through age made contrite.
When time plucks us out of the tree I’m hoping to pop up somewhere where the sun is free,
unlike this place where the end is only thing guaranteed.
And you and I laugh about it, a reprieve from crying out of sight,
so we hide behind comforting lies,
for the hurt is in the try.
It’s hard to own a face
in a confined and crowded space,
quietly we must go
and in time, leave without a trace.
Yet, though there are waves between us, let me know when you find a beacon guiding you back to the shore,
that unseen in the great unknown, there is much left unexplored.
Sep 13, 2024
Sep 13, 2024 at 9:43 PM UTC
Will I ever reach you
when there are tides surging and sweeping anything in between?
Have you seen something on these stair steps winding within?
Wild-eyed hope scurry into the woods of the night to heed the call,
wasted so many years growing up to find nothing beyond these walls.
I falter hearing blood and friends are in their ways broken, but all I do is listen and pretend to understand,
decipher encrypted messages of fate engraved in their calloused hands.
We are spent being rogue satellites looking for a sign of life,
fledgling wanderers cut by thorns through age made contrite.
When time plucks us out of the tree I’m hoping to pop up somewhere where the sun is free,
unlike this place where the end is only thing guaranteed.
And you and I laugh about it, a reprieve from crying out of sight,
so we hide behind comforting lies,
for the hurt is in the try.
It’s hard to own a face
in a confined and crowded space,
quietly we must go
and in time, leave without a trace.
Yet, though there are waves between us, let me know when you find a beacon guiding you back to the shore,
that unseen in the great unknown, there is much left unexplored.
