Wrong way.

Closed now.

Dimmed lights....

Time rusts.

Light fades.

Words go unsung. ...

Faded colors,

Wrinkles,

Or tears, ...

When trees fall,

Birds have flown,

No one’s to be found, ...

Days,

When horizons are bright,

You’re above the clouds, ...

Two as one.

Side by side,

Separate, ...

Rusted, wet,

Flat on its back,

But alive. ...

Lead me there.

Beyond fences,

Rocks, shadows. ...

Overwhelming moments,

When breaths,

Can’t be felt. ...

Not everything,

Need explicitly be seen,

Or heard, ...

Some days,

We stand tall and proud,

Without doubts, ...

A sunny morning,

That feels upside down.

Another old friend, ...

A presence,

Now a past.

Memories buried with ashes, ...

When it’s time to leave,

Let the world be

Yellow, orange, and red. ...

Exact.

Symmetrical.

Perfectly measured, ...

No shortage of answers,

In today’s world.

“Read that book. ...

Maybe it does

Take a lifetime,

To find one’s path ...

Plankton and fishes,

Scuttling in a golden sea,

Afraid of disappearing, ...

Old, rusty, faded.

Yet filled with memories,

Untold stories, and smiles. ...

Indistinct shapes,

Dispersed colors,

Soft-spoken sounds, ...