birds calling to each other
during the day
different sounds made
from light to dark
each moment shared
a conversation of the world
as earth is placed within it’s own time
the morning like the evening
listening to their calls
knowing all would be something
than nothing at all
thunder clouds
as darkness descends
surrounding me
enveloping my heart
turning the world inside out
the sound is deafening
like a war zone of nature
beating wind against the sky
turning shapes into nightmares
may all this be passing
as we dream of a new world
If without purpose
one drifts through life
he/she encounters no-one
friends become enemies
all the worlds played out
in shadows over an empty grave
which reads:
life and death together
hold the key to eternity
The Golden Tears 