The Path of Past Tense version 1

The Path of Past Tense

The stars fade into a sea of glass.
Their shards of loneliness do fall,
Upon the wanderer as he passed
The memories of a loved one’s call.

The ringing bells of reminiscence
Drowned the truth from weary ears.
As his feet trod down the road of past tense
And through rivers of regretful tears.

Farther down the road he traveled
Searching, searching for a tangible dream
That did not become unraveled
Or disappear like sunlight’s gleam.

On water he began to sail,
Over waves that peaked in his white lies.
Washing away all the new trails
Turning laughter into cries.

Finally his boat landed
On the rocks of memories dim.
And he found that he was stranded
In the grip of past times sin.

Stuck in what was already written
Unable to rewrite or add,
The wanderer’s purpose was hidden
His life a shell of what he could have had.