The Hearts of Weeping

Piercing words....

Frozen lips....

And a warm Blooded Tear.

The Hearts of Weeping

On a Cross of hope

Displayed on an iron wall.

For those who have loved

And those who have come and gone

Reaching, lifting,

To what is known.

The common soul

Steering its way.

Never catching a glimpse

Of the symbols on the iron wall.

Blinding intensity

Too baring to hold.

Whispering thoughts of comfort,

Comfort in time,

Comfort in mind.

The iron wall so deep in Grey

So many dimensions of pain,

But lifting, reaching in its way.

Of Passion, Of Desire.

The Hearts of Weeping

Eternally displayed

Scared of words, or Thoughts.

IS LOVE THIS WAY?

The best of logic

Half the thought.

Thickens the iron wall so deep in Grey,

The Hearts of Weeping

On a Cross of hope

Seem to gleam Yellow to Green

To sky-blue, to a passionate white....

You fall to your face,

And turn away.

FEAR AN ILLUSION....

DISGRACED.... in this way,

BUT THE HEARTS!

THE DIRECTION!

Reaching, lifting,

To what is known.

Your eyes dim,

The symbols on the iron wall,

Seem to break free.

Thoughts at a run.

IT CAN'T BE!

IT CAN'T BE!

Upon thousands of mirroring dimensions,

Of spontaneous realities,

In sweetness of clarity....

Why is it chosen this way?

Why is it so sweet?

Why is it bliss

Where is the pain...?

Familiarities, such things as these.