Memories tied
In a simple bow
Where once
The sun did shine
Simple steps
Clothed in silence
Upon a lonely road
Enshrined.
Handcuffed words
Imprisoned in ink
Seek quiet solace
A time to think
Come home, come home
A desperate plea
Lost in time
Never meant to be.
Angels voice
In solitude
Footprints in
The sinking sand
The burning waves
Of emptiness
In memory stranded
Stands.