Heroici

The Illusion:

Creating a façade, weaving a dream
Everything and anything's possible

Empty halls ring with sudden laughter
Invisible children's footsteps run through darkened corridors
Echoes of dresses rustle, heels click on waxed, wooden floors

A stirring of dust rises, spread by invisible fingers
A sound like a sigh, though maybe it was just a breeze
An empty chair at a dusty table

Roses, long dead and forgotten lie in a corner
Their odor gone, their beauty not
A ruined dream of hope, bound by a black velvet ribbon

A letter, never mailed, crumbling to dust
The waxy seal, dusty and cracked
The paper yellowed with age

A locket, dropped beneath a table
The silver chain tarnished and broken
Never to be mended

Dusty Roses:

Dusty roses
Bound by a faded ribbon
A torn scrap of paper floating in the breeze

*Memories

Halls of children's laughter
Light, dancing footsteps
With the soft rustle of silks and satins

*Memories

Now the halls are empty with echoes
Forgotten roses lie in a dark corner
And I realize these are my memories


-short little thingy

The greatest thing you'll ever learn, is just to love and be loved in return.



Dusty Roses:

Dusty roses
Bound by a faded ribbon
A torn scrap of paper floating in the breeze

*Memories

Halls of children's laughter
Light, dancing footsteps
With the soft rustle of silks and satins

*Memories

Now the halls are empty with echoes
Forgotten roses lie in a dark corner
And I realize these are my memories