LINES OF THOUGHT © 2013
Dream of the return, dream,
Even if time seems to stand still.
In every departure, there is hope,
But also the chance of not coming back.
The horizon calls, but it doesn't always return,
Memories linger, and the heart churns.
To dream is to resist the silence of absence,
It is to keep the flame alive, it is the essence.
Yet, the future is uncertain, volatile like the sea,
Not always does the one who departs know if they will return.
So dream, but live in the present,
For sometimes the return is just a dormant dream.