My dreams whisper of worlds
far beyond the fallen tears
of a child lost in harsh words.
My breaths release the burden
and my weary head feels light.
This is right -I will forgive all.
The people behind the curtains all
live behind masks in their worlds.
Heedless of their darkness, they see light
reflected upon sweat drops and tears.
Their role is a chosen burden
that can’t be released by just words.
They line up their hurtful words
as if they were but lines, all
one could ever speak. No burden
could be greater in any worlds.
The bitter sting of laughing tears,
reflecting only sorrow in dark light.
The masks have blinded them from true light,
and the lines have shallowed their words.
They speak with knives and with tears,
no commandments –they’ve broken them all.
Lost in their reverie and inner worlds,
their life becomes a burden.
I want to help lift that burden
and reflect all of life in that light
I want to show them different worlds,
want to speak with soothing words
and maybe that will teach them all
that there is other water than tears.
Maybe then they will dry their tears
and maybe, release some of the burden.
I just wish to help them, that’s all,
not preach, but just speak, about light.
I wish to deliver with my words,
wish to take them to different worlds.
Let’s dry them all –the fallen tears,
travel to worlds that release the burden.
We’ll find the light within loving words.
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