Dreams, in search of a heart
To call home.
Winds, whispering words.
Words that once said,
Fill our life
With wonder and fear.
And words not said,
The ones that could have filled a life,
One well lived, or not.
But not this one.
Pain and solace,
Darkness and light
In constant battle,
Perhaps unaware
That they are twins.
Worlds, visited in dreams,
Sometimes while asleep, others not.
A heart that beats dutifully,
Without questioning
Logic or motives.
Discarded hopes
And hopeless thoughts
Vanishing into air
Like seashore foam,
Making room for what lies ahead.
Time brings all this,
And only asks
For a smile in return