Within the Darkness
The sun is down and here I rest in a quiet solitude
This time that I carve out at the end of every day
Even with music ethereally floating through the air
It’s as quiet as a still pond, and as delicate soft
Smoke wafts on dim light and in the trails I see
Time and history that’s come and gone in my life
A river that smooths and becomes like a screen
Upon which I project the significance of the events
The sheen of memory envelopes me after a time
A shroud caressing what life was, and displacing
What life could have been, what I dreamed it would be
I pull apart the threads after while and string them
Tight in the emptiness of the moment to pluck
And create a rhythm a growing melody
The task is arduous the art of it
Comes in creating beauty, wonder
Amazement from the mundane
And the very brutality
And the small fantasy
That life offers us
Only things past
I build from
Forgive me
For this somber song
Which comes from reality
Trying to create dreams for us
Since the notes are never as pure
And the intention never crystal clear
The light of imagination distorts the art
Hope asks us to see things for what they could
Yet this song pulls from what they never were in life
There’s still beauty to this lilting trepidation now
For tiny victories start to appear warped out in glass
To filter out every little dream and in their places
Show the subtle triumph of living and breathing today
Great stories are filled with great tragedy and risk
Heroes burn like fire and feel every lick of heat
Until they fill with light that shines and guides
The purge that causes this brilliant flare is painful
Dreams are too delicate to withhold such experiences
Yet on the journey that everyone will one day walk
The dream is something that is protected from the world
It’s held onto preciously during every risk and trial
And we all one day find that it’s not the glory or fame
It’s not the riches the cheers or the applause
It’s not everything we hoped it would be
Once all the brutality and trials are past
The beauty is in the protection of the dream
So that if we survived the climb
We stand at the peak of the world
With a beautiful shine
Because in every step
In every threat
In every temptation
It was safeguarded
And we hold not a dream but truth
That radiates from within ourselves
For in the slips and streams of time
We stayed true to the very purpose
That made us wake up
And breath today.
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This is an older one I’m posting because I haven’t updated in a while. I’ve written more, I just haven’t been happy with anything just yet.
