Wanderers

We once scoped blue skies in wonder
To question all our lives unveiled:
We flew, we danced, we crooned in ponder
What autumn’s winds breezed in deaf ears — despair.
Dreamless in our sleeps, hope soon sailed elsewhere.
Together we once stood stronger —
When our voices echoed as one — with no words spared.
Now, upon a parched seabed, cracked and broken,
We wander over what once served as an elemental head.
The skies now weep ceaseless, struck with sonder,
To enfill — but bewildered winds sweep her tears away.
You look to see in haze a sole blossom,
once proud — now dried — since a season called spring.
Our world once whirled mid Time and Space
Has since evolved curious and strange;
For summers now are cool, while winters warm,
Springs shed leaves as falls, while autumns blossom —
How we unsaw all we once knew.
Soliloquies silenced under twisted tongues,
To be enslaved in a prison of pearls
Wearied eyes bounce upon deafened ears:
Words which shine no more.
The dim clouds shroud sun’s golden rays,
While we wonder on lives’ curious sways,
To look up and spew some praise,
The silvern seldom moon who loomed in whole,
To whisper words eras unheard:
For we have moved many miles,
Across lands and seas —
Where bloodied hands place new tiles
Upon our walls of memories.