The past lies hushed, its chapters sealed,
old echoes fade, their truths revealed.
The future hums with nameless ways,
unwritten roads, uncounted days.
Yet here—this breath, this pulse of light
this fragile now, both fierce and bright,
where seconds shimmer, brief but whole,
and time leans close to touch the soul.
The past may teach with weathered hands,
the future glow with promised lands,
but life awakens, sharp and true,
within the space we’re passing through.
Each breath we take, each step we dare,
each mindful pause, each honest care,
we stitch the world with choices made
and shape the dawn by how we’ve stayed.
So let old shadows lose their claim,
let tomorrow stay unnamed.
For power lives in what you do
this moment is yours to choose,
to be, to follow through.
The world was ours for just a breath,
a stolen glance, a smile half-kept.
Our hands reached out through fragile air,
close enough to hope yet never there.
Some doors are closed before they gleam,
some loves live only as a dream,
inked so softly on the heart
they fade, yet never drift apart.
In other lives, on kinder days,
we’d learn the words we failed to say,
find the courage, bend the fate,
arrive before it’s far too late.
So still we part, yet still we know
the quiet truths we couldn’t hold.
For time may curve, and skies may sigh,
but lost things linger—they don’t die.
Some stories sleep where stars still lie.
