In reckless day and age, stone increments mark the way-
Adding fall upon fall of tears, to lace my placid path,
The Legacy continues to grow, as I weep soft and slow-
While this oblivion terminates the strength that I have.
Sightless I stager along, humming this bitter-sweet song-
Of majestic butterflies mourning, beneath the star-filled sky,
Sipping of passionless wind, praying for heartaches end-
I forfeit yet another tear, at my own exhausted denial.
Straying onward in destitution, befallen with resolution-
Dreaming of souls in sweet love- I do guiltily crave,
Bound by desire of Fate, I realize but a moment too late-
That such aspiration has lain the Legacy I walk today…
Open arms can be the most fragile in the world...