In the twilight's gentle sigh,
Whispers of a dream undone,
Fragments fall like scattered stars,
As I trace the shadows run.
A reverie of what could be,
Moments lost in tangled time,
Fractured pieces of my heart,
Splintered rhythms, fractured rhyme.
Chasing echoes through the night,
Where the light and dark collide,
Every step on this thin line,
Leads to where our worlds divide.
Underneath the ashes gray,
Lies the fire that once burned bright,
But the embers fade away,
Leaving hints of lost delight.
In the silence, I will find,
All the colors left behind,
With every heartbeat breaking chains,
Rebuilding dreams from whispered pains.
So I stand upon this edge,
With the dawn about to break,
Picking up the pieces slow,
Learning how to bend, not break.
Together, we can paint the sky,
With hues of hope and troubled grace,
Finding solace in the ashes,
As we carve our sacred space.
In the end, we’re not undone,
Just a canvas waiting wide,
With the ashes of tomorrow
As our guide on this wild ride.
Indie
Ash, reverie, fractured, horizon, undone