tattered and frayed
legs brittle from time
on an unwavering climb
the fight and the wade
on the body and the soul
seeking to be made whole
being guided by the stars
show us the path ahead
blindedwe follow a thread
without beginning or end
we’re not worthy of love
and to rememberall else above
being forsaken to fear
sometimes more barricades
built tall over decades
to avoidor maketroubles
in a wintry lifetime
glimpses of sand and brine
on the skinthrough the haze
in a garden of flowers
counting the hours
left for our dances
we pirouette and laugh
stumble along the path
on doubts and on ifs
and tell me what you feel
upon the fortune wheel
we sail towards new shores
legs brittle from time
on an unwavering climb
the fight and the wade
the road behind left scars
on the body and the soul
seeking to be made whole
being guided by the stars
constellations we don’t comprehend
show us the path ahead
blindedwe follow a thread
without beginning or end
the night whispers in our ear
we’re not worthy of love
and to rememberall else above
being forsaken to fear
barricades hide struggles
sometimes more barricades
built tall over decades
to avoidor maketroubles
brief are the sunny days
in a wintry lifetime
glimpses of sand and brine
on the skinthrough the haze
affectionate glances
in a garden of flowers
counting the hours
left for our dances
waiting to fall off cliffs
we pirouette and laugh
stumble along the path
on doubts and on ifs
take my hand in yours
and tell me what you feel
upon the fortune wheel
we sail towards new shores
April-June 2025