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If some leave a footprint in your heart, let them know when they're around, life is short |
Phantom Steps He dwells amidst the corners, curled up cowardly, so clean Unmarked, his pages warn her, unsullied, free in scope Unkempt from life's molasses with the callouses unseen Praying stones harass less, when skimmed, so full of hope Where tears meet with laughter, regrets converge with when When hindsight rides in after, to play with what he missed On ferries long departed, couldn't spare the fare back then If the voyage could be started, all the places on that list So he stows away on ghost ships, plotting journeys on the waves As he blows away the cobwebs, that gathered whilst he slept From a soul so arid landlocked, in need of being saved He sailed out from dry dock, to map the path she swept On broken winds he sails, through the trail of her dreams On spoken fins he tails, sails full with masts so tall Some sirens sing songs lightly, whilst some in the darkness scream Some ships, they cross paths nightly... some never do at all Yet as the wind and rain blows, and sun peeks out... sets low Rain rescinds and wind slows, with sepia light cast, … and he wonders where the pain goes, when he dances 'midst her rainbows, through the plundered, phantom footsteps of her past |