There Be What's Left

There’s a window to the world three steps beyond a gate That’s been shut to those that pass as the hours grow late. Footprints that once led the way form circles in the sand, Turning from tomorrow’s mist and yesterday’s lost land. Hearts are hung just out of view in the darkness of time, Echoes of their history have bowed to the sublime. Fear has taken o’er the road that leads to the unknown, Futures dance within the winds which are now held on loan. Whispers ride upon the breeze, foretelling of a bloom That will rise above the dust once gathered by the gloom. Life has played an unwired tune carried away by theft, Leaves the barefoot traveller searching for what’s been left.