rain in the garden
as it falls
the birds fly by
from nest to nest
each drop
a message from Heaven
we found our place
peace is to be reasoned
and grace shared
trees collect the water
their branches are heavy
the colours change
as does the sky
flowers are scattered
brightening the surroundings
may they always shape
our destiny
goodbye little friend
may the wings of angels
carry you to Heaven
the ground that you chased
leaves behind a mark
as green as the grass you ate
apples and carrots on a plate
a friend that you made
remembers you fondly
still searches for you
even though you are gone
light of heaven
speak to me
banish the demons
that lay within
let them show me
the need to be
as time passes
relieve the symptoms
make amends
make anew
peace be with you
and love always
as the sunshines
the day renews itself
we are all part of it
the moon appears
as heaven and earth
are reunited
Golden tears of heaven,
leave no mark
for they are transcendent/art;
we have left behind our dream.
we shape our own destiny
and yet who are we?
but the backbone of our own creation,
fighting to kept that dream alive.
When all is done, nothing left.
What once was new, is old again.
To stand upon the shore,
the seas subconscious call.
Birds fly past, rekindle thoughts.
Rejoice! for the wind has given breath,
so we may feel the light
to ignite the pinnacles of heaven.
The Golden Tears 