Echoes of What Was

The Monochromatic Form

The heart recalls a perfect, flawless scene, a golden haze, where every
'what if' held possibility, now echoing in the quiet truth of today.

A quiet whisper, from a time long spun,When dreams wore colors, vibrant, bold, and true.

Each whispered promise, underneath the sun, A perfect vision, shimmering anew.

We built our castles, sky-high, in the mind, With laughter ringing, boundless and so free.

A golden haze, the past we leave behind, Where every 'what if' held possibility.

The heart recalls a perfect, flawless scene, A curated joy, untouched by dust or blight,

A tender memory, forever keen, Bathed in a pure, an unblemished light.

Then morning breaks, and reality takes hold, A different landscape, carved by shifting years.

The vivid story, now more subtly told,With quiet lessons, calming old-held fears.

The edges blur where 'was' meets what now 'is, A softer truth than childhood's grand design.

The echo lingers of each fragile kiss, A phantom touch, a bittersweet divine.

The vibrant hues may settle into gray,The lofty spires reduced to sturdy stone,

As yesterday surrenders to today, And what we dreamt is quietly outgrown.

Yet in that blend, a beauty we can find, A deeper wisdom, in the gentle shift.

The dream, a compass held within the mind, The present moment, a resilient gift.

For what was dreamt, though not in form it stays, In spirit lives, a guiding, steady gleam.

Remains a truth through life's unfolding maze,The enduring echo of a cherished dream.