slivers of life replace a lost dream
Grand gestures of beauty are not what they seem
Misplaced opportunities locked in a steel chest
Covered in cobwebs, dismissed - laid to rest.
thread of fine gossamer floats in the air
You miss the faint glimmer and live in despair
The loss is a comfortable pair of old shoes
A dancer in worn taps - instead sings the blues.
a flash what once was, is whisked up and away
Invisible stairs lead toward a new day
Where new paths construct themselves at your whim
A magical journey's about to begin.