Trapped In the Whispers of the Breeze

Idealistic dreams arisen from inscriptions of reason Beguiling words… fervently detained in my mind My every thought pierced by their echoing murmur But no rational resolution in these words I can find. All these words, all these dreams All forsaken owing to what? A willful need not to dismay, Or fear of disclosing emotions shut? Validation or certitude, I have not But coherent reasoning I shall trust And these idealistic dreams not pursue Though it is not what I want, it is what I must… Yet be assured, my love for you, our memories will surpass Trapped in the whispers of the breeze And confirmed by the dazzling light of dawn Enduring even after still, eternity its ultimate breath hath drawn.