spring is in the air
toads croaking
now the bees
have woken up
setting sun
pink hillside
showing through
my grey hair
bamboo shoots
Author: The Golden Tears
Welcome to my blog, thank you for visiting.
The Golden Tears, is an expression of my views and the world that surrounds me.
A Chance for Romance
a name on a card
as we danced
a feeling of wanting
kept us close
our hearts beat
to the applause
perpetuate love
perpetuate love
we are all dreamers
waiting for someone
to be with us
Is love a paradox?
Love is a paradox
when ones feelings
are not of your own
but a fabrication
of society
this reality
is a manifestation of being
a recreation of essence
a parting of the way
the substance of which
echoes through
beyond all borders
the paths which we follow
to find love
City
the past remains
to preserve the present
their armies rest
while we toil
because if the outcome reversed
then we would be the ones
marching to our death
and they would be the ones
to meet us
The Island of the Dead
one final destination
an Island
only the dead know the way
but the living wish to visit
so that they can see
the final resting place
of their ancestors
and pay respect
but when they set sail
they found they could not return
because they too
had already paid their debt
Ruined Temple
Here once stood a temple
the columns are all that remain
of an idea
that changes
the more people see it
and when they invade your dreams
to control your future
all you can see
is the ruins
of your past
In the sky
they came
to consume each other
and their form took shape
to reveal their true intentions
turning to face me
had fear not been my ally
their gaze
would have consumed me
Lizard
when they move
through the scorching sun
to catch a prey
that cannot see them
because they make no noise
and cast no shadow
Moth
the less you see
the more you have
the light that attracts
is the one they search for
they consume the best
leaving the rest
to rot
Echoes of Life 