Hold Your Fire
The route old ingenuously my foot treading
The world wonders at my steps wandering
Worthless such they perceive my roaming
The truth within the depths of heart concealing
Shall I share my thoughts or silent remain
I choose the latter for the yearning brain
Sharing feelings true wouldn’t be a thing sane
Though the dreams shall live as seamless aim
A search, never ending wait
Distorted perception, hidden verity bait
Secret tears dripping through hearts gate
Finding solace whispering words on blank page
Treading the old routes memorable
Enlivens the past personable
Reliving the unspoken words remarkable
Smile rolls, so do tears lamentable
Shall heart cry over fragments?
Shall romanticise longings permanent?
Shall soul create history excellent?
Shall future unfold mysteries brilliant?