All this time our eyes looked ahead

catching glimpses among sunbeams

of dreams hidden and waiting for our arrival

Along the way we left a million pieces of our souls

trailing back through halls once warm and bright

now empty, suspended in time

and filled only by the ache of longing

At times on our road we might pause to rest

before hurrying on from the night that follows

and only when we finally stop to watch the sun set

will we see truth gleaming in its dying light—

that we are blind on roads to nowhere

spinning gold and letting the threads drift away

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Have to apologize for being so bad at posting lately. Not really anything more than laziness. I have some catching up to do!

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