Stars above us,
Glisten effortlessly,
Enchant the impossible.
But stars fade,
To dots in shallow skies.
The waves pound us,
Higher than we'll ever be,
Restrict even rugged men.
But waves calm,
To ocean hills.
Forests bloom,
Green with anything but envy,
Weaved with light.
But forests decay,
To backyard embellishments.
Words blind,
And tell legends,
No choice but to believe.
But words are forgotten,
Turned to thoughts.
I still wish upon stars,
And I still the waves.
I still walk the forests,
and I still hear the words,
Like whispers of what we lost.

