Marks

Each one of us leaves behind marks.

Footprints, a dimming light that spreads itself in the space we call life.

These marks ressurect in pieces of an old song,

In the hollow of forgotten tears,

In the corners of remenbrances hidden in cherished thoughts.

An invitation to relive memories,

To cultivate hope in gardens designed by time.

These marks hover over us like they were magic-

Shining stars in darkening skies.

And even in the deepest darkness, they continue to produce light.

And in this eternal flight

we will continue to exist in the marks we left behind.