The exit was young, the entrance was old.
Three dark smiles clutch at shadows
in a land of new moon and whisper
heavy clouds are plummeting all over the place!
Time’s grace takes hold of a hand
that once held promise. Scores of balloons
released to navigate their way out from
the stings of haunting, from the need for air
When light forsook dusk, little glitters
lingered in the hearts of children
And what remains is a sparkle in the eye
of a child, who sees only trees in evergreen
and open roads, blind to folly; seizing faith
in wishes to bolster a colossal, jaded heart.
And dreams, timeless and tethered
lead them on.
3 years ago