The stream flowing by
The one, in the night
The ring of fire
Welcome to the desert-
As I take you on a ride
Through the heaven and it’s tide.
Join me on this voyage
To the realm, make me rhyme.
Into the day and in through the night.
The lifting of pain
The surrender of light
Darkness and its candle glow
The incandescence of the sane
There is nothing stopping.
Nothing to hold
The end of the rope
Tying the ends, strong and bold
Fear, the weak and the meek
The weariness of age.
The rose bud still in bloom.
To hold what is mine
To bring forth what is yours
There is no end except the true end
And life itself is its only friend
While the beginning is nigh
The truth under an illusion
Dreams from a sorrow
Memories bound in fears
All fall, snow flakes, autumn leaves
Agony dissolved, one smoke particle at a time
Into thin air and under the rain cloud.
She watches the rain drops
One by one, countless tears
She says to me, “let go it is for the better”
While she clings to those worn out letters.
I tell her, “end it all and break free”
I hold on to the broken shards
Of a mirror, of the wine glass
Bleeding, even more tears
Broken from the inside
Grasped by a different light
Engulfed in another fight
Writhing at the end of a fish line
Stop! Walk the same line
Looking to different points
Yet the point is the same.
The same light, the same cloud
The same old flower trying to bloom-
While stuck in its bud
Another abortion of life, what it holds
She says to me to let go
She couldn’t let go
I reach out for her hand
She gives in to me
And strengthens her grip
We don’t find what we seek
We hold on to each other not to be weak
In fear, and fear in tears |
Submission Name: Fear of Tears
