Whispers Between the lines

If I could walk through time again, A ghost upon a different stage, I'd see the faces then and when, And skip the next, blank, unseen page. I'd pass the stranger on the street, And turn away from every door, Lest their hello become defeat, And leave me wanting something more. For in their eyes, a future sleeps, A coming hurt, a heavy cost, A vow that's made, a wound that deeps, A love that's found and then is lost. So I'd retreat from every face, From every hand that reaches out, To keep my heart in its safe place, And quiet every lonely doubt. To stand alone, a hollow form, Untouched by joy or bitter strife, And build a shelter from the storm, By never truly living life... Nidal Sati

 If time could rewind its endless thread,   How many faces would you choose to forget?   How many roads, once taken in trust,   Would you leave unwalked, turning them to dust? How many echoes of choices made   Would you silence before they could invade?   How many storms would you dare not brave,   Just to carve a different life to save? For all that came and came to pass,   Has built the now this fragile glass.   And though you dream of starting anew,   This present self is born of you Nidal Sati