Destination remains unclear
moving with uncertainty
headlights try to penetrate
the gloom that stands ahead
the winding path that leads
to a future yet to be written
fear reeks in every pore
as doubt ravages the heart
yet trembling hands hold still
the wheel of life to drive
bravely towards the future
though surrounded by the mist
of life’s uncertainties.
-The Elusive Scribe 11413-
We bend hundreds of illusions
to form our own reality,
to cover these broken steel frames
that surround us underneath the starlit skies.
Our dreams spread out into space
are like stepping stones hanging in limbo
floating and unsure of what the future can bring.
We bleed in silence for the hurts
that break our quiet travels,
from old lovers and the new ones
we carve their names on distant memories,
to depart from our presence
and be buried in far flung spaces,
never to be unearthed yet forever remembered.
We love like the distant stars
that shine with such glorious abandon,
diamonds of the night we are
precious souls searching for one another
hoping that one day we will find
our hands wrapped around each other.