The road of memory unwinds
Through shadowed pines that claw the air,
Their branches creak with frost’s despair,
And there my buried youth reclines.
Regrets like stones beneath me press,
I stumble where the frostbite grows,
The wind hums low through hollow rows,
A tune of all I can’t possess.
How many nights I’ve drowned in ale
To blur the path I left behind,
The echoes fade, yet still I find
A gleam where golden vows prevail.
The band upon my finger glows,
A lantern lit by years now gone,
Through frozen dusk I journey on,
This road my heart forever knows.
Apr 16, 2025
Apr 16, 2025 at 3:41 PM UTC
The road of memory unwinds
Through shadowed pines that claw the air,
Their branches creak with frost’s despair,
And there my buried youth reclines.
Regrets like stones beneath me press,
I stumble where the frostbite grows,
The wind hums low through hollow rows,
A tune of all I can’t possess.
How many nights I’ve drowned in ale
To blur the path I left behind,
The echoes fade, yet still I find
A gleam where golden vows prevail.
The band upon my finger glows,
A lantern lit by years now gone,
Through frozen dusk I journey on,
This road my heart forever knows.
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