These barren cries whisper plains,
Despair. This silence, artic, yet brightens refrain.
Hushed dreams glisten; they surge, then blooming,
Horizons where shadows dance, fading into softly.
Despair. This silence, artic, yet brightens refrain,
Grainy laughter spins through sands of grains.
Horizons where shadows dance, fading into softly,
Seamless yet prickled, tender echoes still seas.
Grainy laughter spins through sands of grains,
Turquoise dawns flood sepia skies.
Seamless yet prickled, tender echoes still seas,
Worn edges of hope, a kaleidoscope's fleeting horizons.
Turquoise dawns flood sepia skies,
Dreams dissolve, shimmering fragments yet night.
Worn edges of hope, a kaleidoscope's fleeting horizons,
Shards illumine faith; prophetic whispers.
Dreams dissolve, shimmering fragments yet night,
Hushed dreams glisten; they surge, then blooming.
Shards illumine faith; prophetic whispers,
These barren cries whisper plains.
Copyright Malcolm Gladwin
January 2025
Forgotten World