In the shadows
We dance
Building a bridge
Between friendship and love
Fleeting
Bricks fall
Dreams are broken and burnt
Then remade
Every single day
I sit still
Staring at the blank space
Where you once lay
Planning for the journey
Or simply walking through
Sit still
Breathe in
Aware of what to do
Thoughts pass like thunder
On their way out
As the stars
Cut through the sky
Scribing now
Drawing down clouds
To scrawl our dreams
Upon its steps
We stand
Holding onto the past
We let it drop
First a finger
and then a hand
Filled with deep regret
Transforming how
into why
We realise that
Dreams are broken and burnt
And remade
Every single day
Yet, a part still missing
I sit
Staring at the blank space
In the sky
The part where
lovers meet
for the first time;
Where you became I.
Oct 25, 2016
Oct 25, 2016 at 3:05 PM UTC
In the shadows
We dance
Building a bridge
Between friendship and love
Fleeting
Bricks fall
Dreams are broken and burnt
Then remade
Every single day
I sit still
Staring at the blank space
Where you once lay
Planning for the journey
Or simply walking through
Sit still
Breathe in
Aware of what to do
Thoughts pass like thunder
On their way out
As the stars
Cut through the sky
Scribing now
Drawing down clouds
To scrawl our dreams
Upon its steps
We stand
Holding onto the past
We let it drop
First a finger
and then a hand
Filled with deep regret
Transforming how
into why
We realise that
Dreams are broken and burnt
And remade
Every single day
Yet, a part still missing
I sit
Staring at the blank space
In the sky
The part where
lovers meet
for the first time;
Where you became I.
A thought about the meaning of true love and the illusion of how it fades away in the physical world.
