Time Capsule

In the capsules of time
Are held pieces of my heart
Scattered in the fabric of love
The divine and the damned, playing its part

In the shadows that linger long
Echoes of laughter and cries
Fragments of passion once strong
Woven in life’s binding ties

The hands of fate unspool
Threads of silver, threads of pain
In a weave both warm and cruel
Of sun and storm, loss and gain

Yet beneath it all I find
A pulse steady and true
In the wreckage of heart and mind
There’s a whisper, a dream anew

~ Freedom