They are witness,
Witness to the times,
Which defined our existence.
Brimming with bliss
And embracing sorrow.
Tales as old as time,
Defining time itself.
Witness to days of a carefree sky,
With the sun shining bright.
Spent building sandcastles of emotions.
Of a childhood,
Watching the sun set by the beach
With smiles for stars in the night.
Witness to days with grey skies,
And hopeless nights
When paths were caving,
And life was sinking
When we fought for dreams,
And challenged reality
When lessons were learnt,
And fears conquered
They mirror shadows,
Of people and their words
Who joked and laughed,
Made us dream and inspire,
The moments they spent,
Who loved and left.
Witness to places travelled,
And horizons crossed,
A part of us forever stolen
By those mountains and seas,
Lost in those eyes and streets
Witness to moments fading into oblivion,
But still blurring reality.
Oh! these memories;
Witness to a story,
Of a mind which lives and a heart that thinks.
