Words That Never Found Their Place

I wish I’d said, when skies were gold,
The truths my heart has always told.
Your laughter lit my shadowed days,
Yet silence stood in love’s own place.

I wish I’d shown, with clearer view,
The world was brighter shared with you.
But time, a thief with subtle art,
Has kept these words within my heart.

Still, life, though fleeting, begs to shine,
A fleeting fire, a sacred line.
Each moment hums, a fragile song,
A whisper lost, yet never gone.

I’ve seen the dawn through trembling trees,
Felt joy that swayed on summer’s breeze.
I’ve walked through nights of starlit skies,
And known that beauty never dies.

No more will silence steal my breath,
Nor hold its grasp until my death.
For words unspoken must take flight,
To fill this fleeting world with light.

I’ll tell you now, with hearts laid bare,
Your kindness moves like morning air.
I’ll plant my love in fields of grace,
And cherish every fleeting space.

Time scatters petals on the ground,
Yet still their fragrance lingers round.
I’ll speak before the hour grows late;
No word shall bow to quiet fate.

For we are sparks that flare and fade,
A fire of moments boldly made.
And though our light may leave no trace,
Its glow will warm the endless space.