Saturday, August 31, 2013

The Bold

The Bold

Into the silence I searched for peace
Who as always remained just out of reach
That which stolen by Time the thief
Left here with nothing but grief 
Only failing memories of all held dear
All meaning, all paths unclear
Just these whirling mist of thought
To cloud the way with perils fraught
With no hand to grasp,no branch to hold
Tread deep waters and pray fortune favors the bold
-TheMinstrel