Fairytales
Tell me a story of love and grief,
A tale of longing, of dreams too far to believe.
Of a book that’s been written of my heart and yours,
Of pages so eloquently penned, crafted in the depths of heavenly lore.
Weave me a song from the silence of the stars,
Twinkling in earnest as the waves rise to reach them from afar.
With a desperate sigh, the current retreats from the sand,
Leaving the book that’s been written so lovingly by hand.
When the dust settles and the seasons change,
When the moon glows pale and the sun shines bright,
May the hollow ache inside, somehow, fade,
With the tiniest spark of hope resuming its fight.
When the dust settles and the seasons change,
When the worlds collide and the stars realign,
One day, when the story has been told and time stands still,
Defying all reason, breaking through every rhyme.