Time Fills In Our Footprints

A cycle of poems «This Is How We Disappear»

Dusty roads and fading light,
Footsteps lost within the night.
Echoes fade, no more imprints,
Time fills in our footprints.

Silent winds erase the past,
Nothing here is meant to last.

Time fills in our footprints, gone,
Washes traces with the dawn.
Every step we left behind,
Buried deep within the mind.
Time fills in our footprints, cold,
Stories lost and left untold.
Though we try to hold them tight,
They vanish in the fading light.

Shadows stretch across the ground,
Silent whispers, no more sound.
Paths once clear now disappear,
Lost within the passing year.

Silent winds erase the past,
Nothing here is meant to last.

Time fills in our footprints, gone,
Washes traces with the dawn.
Every step we left behind,
Buried deep within the mind.
Time fills in our footprints, cold,
Stories lost and left untold.
Though we try to hold them tight,
They vanish in the fading light.

Fading marks on shifting sand,
Slipping through a ghostly hand.
Memories fade, become unclear,
Time consumes what we hold dear.

No stone remains to mark the way,
No path to guide us where we stray.
In every step, in every hint,
Time fills in our footprints.

Dusty roads and fading light,
Footsteps lost within the night.
Echoes fade, no more imprints,
Time fills in our footprints.