Cove of Stars

Walk with me along the cove of dusk's forgotten stars.

The path is lit with bygone nods to battled inner wars.

The trail is blazed through backwards time, before the world was old.

You'll see the soul you thought you had, the one you used to hold.

 

I think the world was different then, or was it only me?

A backwards glance reveals a well of ink-black memories.

Somewhat faded, somewhat dark, but standing all the same.

The stories change with piling years, as if you never came.

 

In and out you’ve woven through the myriad of time,

Here you cut in front of me, and there you jumped the line.

You grabbed my hand and tore across the narrative we wrote,

But now I see the jagged lines, the ships that couldn’t float.

 

Yet burrowed in the glowing coals along the rugged trail,

The silver thread of laughter weaves its music through the wail.

Survivors of a storied past are receptacles of souls--

The ones we loved, the ones we lost, the ones that left us cold.

 

While battered red with bloody scars from every opened heart,

The way is clearer looking back—you almost see the start.

The pain remains a slicing shard between a wince and smile,

Yet warmth pervades with passing days, and every carried mile.

 

You might be made of someone else, or used to, anyway,

And now you see the story stretch across the moonlit bay.

The cove of stars collects the fractured fragments of them all,

Heavy burdens, floating sighs, a vision in the squall.

 

It’s all collected whispers of a story not yet told,

An ever-growing memory of those who made you bold.

So walk with me along the cove of dusk’s forgotten stars,

And know the radiant legions made immortal in your scars.