Saturday, April 21, 2018

These Paths

I'll sit still, listen, while you tell me a story

A foreverland
A happily ever after
A smile that never fades
A heart protected so it never breaks


Of undying love
Of unbroken hearts
Of remembered promises
Of care and affectionate words


This was what we thought
This was how we thought
This was the love we wanted
This was the love we craved


An uncertain future with faith
A hand to hold when all was well
And when the world burnt around them
A shoulder to cry on, a pillar to rest


A utopia, with just these imperfect two
A paradise meant for me and you
A garden where the rivers run through
Eden, your place, my place, our place


It's all gone now, or most of it
The winds came with visions
The visions came with dreams
And as new dreams come, old ones are left behind


Old ones carefully forgotten but not gone
We shuffle past them wishing not to remember
For whichever dream we follow, whatever path we take
We'll always hurt someone we love dearly


Which shall we leave behind, my love?

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