Do you believe?
It is incompleteness that truly completes the heart
No matter how merciless the pain is,
A wounded heart is always profoundly kind!
Doesn't your soul whisper too?
Someday, let's share a story,
Or maybe, revisit a memory, a moment lost in time?
How far apart are we, truly?
Look-beneath the same vast sky we breathe,
Perhaps we roam the same earth,
Unaware of, side by side.
The same breeze turns to mist,
Kissing us both while passing.
The same light, the same moonlight,
Bathes our nights in silver dreams.
We gaze at stars born of the same fire,
We share the same days, the same calendar,
We dream the same dreams-so why can't we meet in them?
Do you know what time does, in its quiet cruelty?
It steals a day from us, every day.
But words-they never die.
Their echoes outlive us,
Meaning twined with memory,
Feeling laced with forever.
Do you believe?
This journey is far more beautiful than the destination.
