The heart will tell its story
words that slowly pour
The wounds of generations
scattered 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 outside
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
their mark was left within
We cannot free the senses from
the lessons we were gi’en
Resolving then to know this dream
we live within our eyes
As day breaks we awaken from
the twilight passing nigh …
Image: http://www.scatteredpieces.org/2009/08/looking-out-through-crying-eyes/
grandfathersky 
Reminds me of Letitia Landon defining tears as “heart’s own dew”..
Nice piece with a stop on “Broken in our rhyme”..
I had to make some changes to balance the use of word – too many ‘losts” and I did not want end with nightmare. Do you think it has kept the feeling?
Felt no beat through the last stanza; wondered why & here you came to answer..
I’ve done two more ‘adjustments’ since – I think it is finished now …
The jewels of decades are found within the eye, opening a window to all those memories.
I like this very much….
especially…
“Of all the times we parted
broken in our rhyme ”
this line has so many beginnings and endings to ponder within
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Yes there are moments where our rhyme comes undone. Like the failure to accommodate competing narratives that Eckhart Tolle speaks of …
I’m not sure what you mean…
He is one I sometimes have to sit and listen or re-read several times before even one thing he says makes sense to me 🙂
needless to say I am not enlightened as he is… 🙂
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If we sat on a park bench and watched people for two years too, we would know more about what he sees … !
now that I understand and makes sense 🙂
he could take a page from your wisdom …
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