Untold

In between the half-torn, half-lost pages 

Of the past that once was, in ink and emotions

I look for stories of love, life and chivalry 

Amidst the soot bricks that I touch.

A tale grows in my heart, 

Waiting for the words to weave it together

As I witness magic unfold.

The wind wants to whisper to me 

Stories unheard:

Of moonlit nights when the ripples danced, 

Or perhaps how a lover waited for romance.

How doves carried messages across the land 

Or wars were strangely the only survival chance 

How years passed by in a trance 

And homecoming was almost like a triumph.

Upon the ruins of the once mighty fort 

Now in rubbles and ruins 

The magpie sings on the dome 

As I sit upon its ridge, 

Listening to the wind whisper a song 

One that I could sing along.

~ SURANYA