The heart will tell its story
words that slowly pour
The wounds of generations
departed in a storm
Slowly sings the sadness
written in the lines
Of all the times we parted
broken in our rhyme
Lost to worlds now far beyond
the memory of seasons
Buried treasures waiting for
a poem to find the reasons
Raised into the living light
jewels we gave to time beyond
Become the crystals in the crown
of wounds from ages gone
How even if forgotten where
its mark was left within
We cannot free the senses from
the lessons we were given
Resolving then to know this dream
we live within our eyes
As day breaks we awaken from
the twilight passing nigh …
Image: www.scatteredpieces.org/2009/08/looking-out-through-crying-eyes/









