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When it's darkest, follow your stars |
Adrift Specs of light just set adrift, a canvas long and black; it feels shorter, as we sift, through things that we now lack Like trips to a savannah missed, to dragon's realms, we'd play; a glimpse of a nirvana kissed, and relished to this day Costume shops, with moves not made, and nights lost in such doubt; disguises shed as daylight fades, with chances thinning out through memories of sunlit days, beneath a canvas white; of cotton, let me count the ways, such threads of time alight Untangled from the things we choose, detached from things declined; set adrift, unshackled, loose, unbound from threads of time; Time frames running fast and slow, concurrent and apart; out of sync, such time it flows, the horse before the cart Remembered in a different way, a tapestry rewove; with faces, places stitched to stay, in spaces where we rove Out of sequence, lost somehow, the times we thought would last; six feet high and rising now, it stacks too quick...too fast A surface rising, bottled up, weaving, to-and-fro; sometimes when things bubble up, you have to let them go Hard to lose, to rearrange, the times of which we span; accept the things you cannot change, ...embrace the things you can Spaces held, reserved for free, such faces spent, we prize; places we daren't dream we'd be, alas, time's arrow flies Running fast and losing track, a canvas scored with scars; as solar systems fade to black, ... I hope you found your stars |