A tale he read, maybe two.
A heart was stirred, a blossoming dream soon to come true.
Deep down, a newly awakened ardour was tugging.
But a pinch of uncertainty came frequently bugging,
And into the abyss of despair, he nearly went tumbling
Wandering the earth surrounded by so many, yet feeling so alone,
She observed the world which had millions of stories to tell
Overwhelmed by things that could be, have been and will be
Things that she had seen, and those still buried, begging to be uncovered.
Like a toddler walking on stilts, he faltered
For nothing he wrote was truly his
But like a child he learned to stand his ground
A name for himself he forged
Throwing the gates of imagination wide open,
he revealed pleasant secrets therein
Every situation was it’s own adventure, filled with overpowering emotions
She couldn’t help but capture the very scenes as they flittered before her eyes
Finding a way to do this wasn’t something already planned
For through all sorts of arts, people tell their side of the story
Still her fears she eventually banned
Those were nothing but a worry
A long way he has come, the journey now better than it had them been
The learning process was worrisome, yet a pleasant journey so far he’s seen
It was a path not taken, the one he took
He strived to roam every cranny and nook
Making his way through scattered trees,
and calming raging storms with no ease,
He took his audience on a jolly ride into the sacred realities of his mind
She too found her own path,
a winding trail that twisted and probed into her heart, mind and soul,
a passage that allowed her to express various sights, feelings and experiences
in captivating words that could lure souls into her sanctuary
Yes, a tale he read, no, two he told
about two paths crossing, his and hers
And though upon different paths they each rode,
These tales will remain forever theirs
Engraved in letters of S-I-L-V-E-R and G-O-L-D🤍🤍💛💛
The Onyx Diary 