“Whispers of Daylight
When I dream during the day, I see
A world spun of threads too fine for reality,
Where light bends soft around every heartache,
And hope hums quiet like a whisper in the trees.
The sky isn’t blue, but the shade of longing,
Soft enough to cradle all my restless fears,
And every face that I have loved but lost,
Shines like stars, but only near.
I wander streets where sorrow fades,
Where laughter weaves with silence in the air,
And every step is lighter than before,
As if the weight I carried isn’t there.
I touch the hands of all I’ve left behind,
Feel their warmth as if they never went away,
But then the sun breaks through, a cruel reminder
That dreams, in daylight, cannot stay.
Yet, in this fleeting, stolen reverie,
I taste the sweetness of what could never be,
And in the waking, there’s a hidden grace —
Even daydreams leave their trace.
Scott.
