24 October 2012
Love is the beginning, and end. Through wars waged and hearts won, souls will always mend. What becomes of lovers lost? What will each become? A single cloud in a midnight sky, a spiders web in autumn frost.
When young ones fall they learn to fly, As summer wanes their embers die.
And what the fleeting glance, a future forever untold. Is there a single hope, a chance for sinews to grow?
So many memories of anger in the mist. Where did such a dark beauty catch? In love of course, in passions missed.
A Future Untold. • Opuss № I