Poem: Parallel Lives

In a world where the sun rises blue,
I walk the streets where the shadows play,
A melody whispers, soft and true,
In this universe, I chose to stay.

Here, I paint with colors unheard,
Brush strokes of laughter in vibrant hues,
Where dreams take flight with a single word,
And the impossible feels like news.

In another life, I’m an architect,
Building castles in the clouds of thought,
Each brick a memory I’ve yet to collect,
A tapestry woven from all I sought.

I dance with the stars in a midnight ball,
While gravity laughs, and I float with ease,
Every wish made is a beckoning call,
Each heartbeat echoing through cosmic seas.

Yet in this realm, shadows linger still,
A mirror reflecting what might have been,
Choices unfurl like a wilted flower’s will,
And I ponder the paths I’ve never seen.

What if I wandered where rivers run gold,
Or spoke the languages of trees?
In the silence of what could have been told,
I seek the whispers of forgotten keys.

So I close my eyes, and with each sigh,
I glimpse the lives that could intertwine,
In parallel threads that stretch through the sky,
A dance of existence, both yours and mine.