Post by darkness0within on Apr 13, 2022 4:42:52 GMT -6
Tomorrow’s Dreams.
In tomorrow’s dreams lay reflections of the past,
Such lifetimes wonder once held so dear,
Stretching back in that totality of thoughts,
A mosaic of life times ambitions in your view.
Of deeds of goodness and wickedness in equal measure,
Compassion and coldness vie for dominance alike,
Such battles rage within each soul through time,
That constant forever to be in one’s mind and heart.
In tomorrow’s dreams memories of loves gained and lost,
That first kiss taken in innocence and thoughts of undying love forever,
A treasured moment that in truth most will never know its like again,
To be remembered fondly for all of time.
Of true loves lost. a bitter feeling that burns into the soul,
Such consuming fire that lasts the ages,
Until once more love blooms for another,
Leaving just the embers of that first loves past.
In tomorrow’s dreams the truth may become too much to bear,
As reflections of pasts long gone become just a broken mirror to avoid,
Distorted visions cloud such reasons for actions you once believed held sway,
And for all of those bitter wars we had hard fought way back in time.
Now just forgotten pages left for dead, unread by those who have no clue,
Today to only find a solace in the lies that would sooth their troubled minds,
In ambiguity the past seems forever changing to the eyes of most,
But still the past will forever echo in tomorrow’s dreams.
Darkness.
In tomorrow’s dreams lay reflections of the past,
Such lifetimes wonder once held so dear,
Stretching back in that totality of thoughts,
A mosaic of life times ambitions in your view.
Of deeds of goodness and wickedness in equal measure,
Compassion and coldness vie for dominance alike,
Such battles rage within each soul through time,
That constant forever to be in one’s mind and heart.
In tomorrow’s dreams memories of loves gained and lost,
That first kiss taken in innocence and thoughts of undying love forever,
A treasured moment that in truth most will never know its like again,
To be remembered fondly for all of time.
Of true loves lost. a bitter feeling that burns into the soul,
Such consuming fire that lasts the ages,
Until once more love blooms for another,
Leaving just the embers of that first loves past.
In tomorrow’s dreams the truth may become too much to bear,
As reflections of pasts long gone become just a broken mirror to avoid,
Distorted visions cloud such reasons for actions you once believed held sway,
And for all of those bitter wars we had hard fought way back in time.
Now just forgotten pages left for dead, unread by those who have no clue,
Today to only find a solace in the lies that would sooth their troubled minds,
In ambiguity the past seems forever changing to the eyes of most,
But still the past will forever echo in tomorrow’s dreams.
Darkness.
