In a thousand years, a lamentocean's wail,
Where drowned stars glimmer lost, a sea of grief,
Salty pearls etched by sorrow's frost.

In a thousand years, joy falls like dandelion hushings,
Sun-kissed laughter's fleeting bloom.
No soul sways twice to the same sun-soaked beat;
No echo lives in a borrowed room.

In a thousand years, no time truly lingers;
Dust to dust, all fades in the rhyme of a thousand suns.
Echoes to echoes, laughter and tearfall spun a thousand dawns,
Behind laughter's drizzled and sorrow's waves,
Wisdom whispers, yet undropped, unfold,
A thousand years, my heart calls out your name.


© 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑧𝑎𝑤𝑖𝑐𝑐𝑎