my tears drop down,
and curl into words,
my thoughts transform,
and turn into birds.
they fly away,
tearing winds apart,
and follow the light,
leading to the heart.
they fly through it,
not much they find,
an ocean so numb,
and emotions blind.
a fearless horse,
loosing its zest,
sick and tired ,
now taking its rest,
they fly away,
to a darker side,
the light weakens,
and they lose their sight.
they turn around,
but its all the same,
they want to get back,
from where they came.
down they stoop,
then kiss the sky,
the memories haunt,
and make them cry.
they battle it out,
then scuffle again,
they wrestle with it,
then struggle again.
now burnt to death,
along with dreams,
memories still haunt,
in that dull realm.
new ones rise,
from ashes below,
with feathers of wisdom,
and eyes of hope.
in light they flourish,
i the nest of dreams,
visions the relish,
now bolder they seem.
