I stand alone lost in a night sky
without even a silent wind
to decant a silent world,
all I can hear are the whispered
dreams of the fallen,
not liberators,
just more trepidation,
Where are the Horizons?
its light
Where are the proud
, the leaders who never ceased
to claim its glorious rays?
the real stars
as I weep for what is lost
a scarlet tired world begs for them
Apr 16, 2013
Apr 16, 2013 at 9:14 PM UTC
I stand alone lost in a night sky
without even a silent wind
to decant a silent world,
all I can hear are the whispered
dreams of the fallen,
not liberators,
just more trepidation,
Where are the Horizons?
its light
Where are the proud
, the leaders who never ceased
to claim its glorious rays?
the real stars
as I weep for what is lost
a scarlet tired world begs for them