For all that has gone by...

Whithered roses on the cenotaphs of time,
dusty milestones and the sweet love rhymes,
the silent tears for the long lost loves,
the people who went in terracotta urns,
broken windows and shattered dreams,
the remains of which I clearly see.

The Olive wreaths
and the crown of thorns,
The lengthy ales and a bar house brawl.
The illusions of youth,
unveiled to me.
The terrace bonfires,
A stolen smoke,
faces familiar,
all drowning in the placid river.

The bleeding wounds,
now only scars,
the pain and hurt now seem so far.
The fears unknown and the growing anger,
the bouts of despair and the breaking smile,
the brutal jokes...(Mostly mine)

A red rose springs anew,
from the ashes of Aphrodite's fool.
An eternal bouquet,
I shall nurture thee,
the colors of my sweetest dreams.
Old companionships, justly renewed,
some worn away, like dead cocoons.
New friends forged,
hopefully for life.
Some truths revealed,
not so kind.

Another day,
A new bright dawn,
Another chance to prove them wrong.
A chance to rise,
where no man be.
A chance to go, beyond what I see.
A night to fly beyond the moon,
and burn myself in the summer noon.

A leap of faith,
I'll run a mile,
A silent prayer,
My fondest wish.
Fuel the fire,
that stokes my soul.
Love like Love is lone.
Live another day,
Take a breathe,
Laugh away.
Let go of what could never be,
And look ahead in eyes of time,
and fearlessly weave a dream.