standing on the shore
I see a statue
of a man I once new
as the tide rises
the sun sets
he disappears
to return once again
Author: The Golden Tears
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The Golden Tears, is an expression of my views and the world that surrounds me.
Little Church – Porziuncola, Assisi, Italy
In this church
may you find peace
and return to your true nature
the spiritual awakening
brings joy to the heart
understanding the self
feeling of freedom
a dream to withhold
Tear
A tear from a King
can turn a desert
into an oasis
Mirror of Truth
look at me
looking at you
our eyes do see
a mirror of truth
Fallen seagull
Fallen seagull
lying there on the ground
disheveled shape
made from a plastic bag
one day you’ll fly free
and be reborn
from the streets you call home
Down by the sea
Down by the sea
The serene tranquility
Seagulls fly over
As the skies change
And the wind blows
Often one knows
The surrounding meaning
Is what wonders are made of
Dreams
dreams lead into dreams
let your conscious fly away
as the subconscious governs the night
succumb to Morpheus
let him be your guide
as you venture ever further
to reach an understanding
when you wake
and try to remember
has this been your life
that when you close your eyes
you are seeking surrender
in dreams
Blackbird
with your orange beak
what will you speak
in the garden green
your feathers pristine
moving around
up and down on the ground
bring about a shape
part of the landscape
flying away
watch him go today
Fire Escape
starlight during the day
I hear her call
moonlight shines down
I see her fall
escape down a fire escape
to hide from them all
embrace dreams
to hold a candle too
reposition life
to a standstill
beckon forth from within
thirst for knowledge
the key to begin
Birds in the sky
it wouldn’t be the same
without birds in the sky
singing their songs
Echoes of Life 