Odyssey

And then that still moment,
When we dissipated into smoke.
Stolen trails leading into the darkness,
Like tiny drops of light,
Dotting the fringes of our galaxy.

So we walk,
Like two lost shadows,
Drifting through locked doors,
Breaking the silence
Of broken, untrodden paths.

Twisting the surface of smiles,
Around the wounded layers of hurt,
Burying the screams of our bruised caution,
Our misguided footsteps go forth,
Stepping into the illusory edges of peril.