I Still Remember The Days,
I still remember the days,
When there was a fire in the hearth.
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Maybe there was a fire,
Dancing through the night,
Destruction alight,
The times so dire,
Blazing inferno,
Swallowing it all,
It roars and crackles,
Restraining lives by shackles,
Devour the countless souls,
Trees, skies alike,
Apathy towards those,
Who are helpless,
Who are trying uselessly,
To overpower,
"Flee, little beings,
Flee far, far away."
The fire cackles in its own testament,
Then it sweeps its arms across,
The vast, burning land.
Emptiness,
Barren ground,
Ashes that flit around,
So many will never be found,
Yet now there is an ending,
But a new beginning,
To start again,
To retrieve what is lost,
To realize new dreams,
And to burn bright once more.
The constant howl of wailing winds,
The clouds above the sandy shores,
Vivid skies and setting suns,
The melody of birds high and sung.
Fire that caresses the flaring blue,
Seemingly scorching the beige hue,
Joy and serenity remain strong and true,
The life lived now with no such rue.
Storms that careen over the tidal waves,
Surging like the knight who was once so brave,
Wings of loft, upon my soul,
To the deepest seas, and the golden shoals.
I remember the day, when I opened the door,
And I looked upon a cat, upon the soaked floor,
It’s abyssal fur frizzled, the color of midnight,
The yellow eyes, with a tint of light,
Stared at me, with unknown resilience,
Testing me for something that I ought to know,
Yet, suddenly it began to snow,
Flurries, soft, and gentle,
And when they smothered the night,
It blanketed the cat,
Who plodded inside,
Who had the slyest smile,
Who came to my legs, and leaned its head,
The purring ever so slightly,
The little paws gripping on tightly,
The stray cat, so calm, so warm,
Its breathing body strong amidst the cold,
And it fell asleep within my home.
Horizons by TheHen
The sun’s setting,
The mix of memories,
Intertwined with the warm colors,
Through sunrise and sunset,
Through the rising tide,
We ride,
Along the horizons.
Horizons are where land and sky merge,
Where the possibilities emerge,
There is not one horizon,
But infinite horizons.
Look afar,
And watch the gliding seagulls,
As they twist and turn and soar,
Along the horizons.
We see one line,
But maybe it’s just too fine,
Because beyond the horizon,
Lies unknown hope and faith.
We are mortal,
With lives that can die,
And fade away,
But if you wish,
If you try,
We can fly,
Along the horizons.
Our faces,
Pelted with the crashing waves,
And the howling wind,
But the horizons,
So beautiful,
The sunrise and set,
Illuminate the skies into something more.
The tears that leak from our eyes,
Not sorrow,
But joy,
The smiles that will be true,
After the sight,
It’s nothing like we’ve seen before,
Like the magnificent stars and endless skies,
But, something, just something more.
The blinding light,
It erases the night,
Horizons,
Are more than what meets the eye,
Like the glowing speck of life,
Yet so vast,
We feel like crying,
With smiles of the newfound unknown.
Walk along the shores,
And watch afar,
Beyond the seas and depths,
Beyond the shadows and people,
Our delight like the brightest light,
Stride through and try,
To fly above the skies,
Along the horizons.
We journey through our lives,
Though no one knows what lies,
In the dark corner of our minds,
That we overlook,
That seems so obsolete,
Blown away,
In the swirling wind that sways.
Constantly crushed,
Our voices always shushed,
The petrichor so fresh,
The pain marked in our flesh.
Likewise,
We will always rise,
And fall.
Despite all the demise,
The hope is here,
The clouds will clear,
The new tomorrow,
Erasing the sorrow.
Despite everything,
There will be ringing,
That calls the changing,
The lingering,
The breaking.
And we will be,
Forever singing.
