Evanescence

In shadows where whispers and silence entwine,

where truths unfold like threads through time

as fleeting as stars that fade at dawn

bound to a moment and forever gone.

Turn Back The Pendulum

 

Just turn it back once,

let me walk where I ran.

Slow the days that slipped,

soft as sand through my hands.

Laughter was carved deep in stone,

now a whisper and barely known.

Faces fade like melting snow,

warm turning into cold.

If only time had mercy,

If only clocks could cry.

I would steal back every moment,

before time buried them deep.
 
 

But the pendulum does not bow,

does not listen and does not care.

It swings, it takes, and it moves,

and all we have are echoes.

Imperfectly perfect

Flaws add to our character, 

Mistakes multiply our growth.

Together, they make us whole again.

The whole you once was.