Just some thoughts on the past and future. |
Waiting For The Past As I sit beside the fire, I think of all that I have seen; Of all the things I wish I'd done And the dreams I dared to dream. I hear the thoughts inside my head Of how the world would be If winter comes without the spring, That I may never see. I think of blood red sunsets; Deep roots untouched by frost, I think of many friendships And of all the things I've lost. As I sit beside the fire I think of people long ago, Of the people who have seen a world That I will never know. While thinking of the many things That I will never see, I fully came to realize That these could never be. I thought "all that glitters isn't gold", And that our beauty never lasts, And we should never go through life Just longing for the past. When darkness falls upon the world I think of words that I have broken. I know things aren't always as they seem And from ashes, a fire can be woken. When the morning mist and sun return We will bid the stars farewell, And look upon the silver streams, To where the rain drops fell. As I sit beside the fire I think of places I have been, And how there are so many things That I have never seen. But all the while I sit and think Of the way things were before, I listen for returning footsteps And wait for voices at the door. ~Michelle~ |