Category: Writers Block
The sun shines
And the music is different
I no longer miss dreaming
I felt I needed to fly
With or without you
The shadows move silently
Where you go
So goes the memory
The morning
The sea still echoes
The rhythm of the tide
Not the kind that rips you in two
But the kind that’s safe and real
You feel the reality of a dream
That holds nothing, nothing
It holds nothing
But you walk the lonely road
With no regard for those you love
Therefore, our paths split
And I don’t miss the cold.
I wish I knew what it was that inspired this poem. It's excellent.
Agreed...
"tis beautiful this writing
~*Thunderous MidNight*~