It is simple, the tears I shed become rivers of my broken heart as I sit alone, pondering away my life. Here in the darkness, left by the light, entering to no-where on a journey of insight, ready and willing, trying to make a living from the refuse of my soul, growing pains become a distraction, inner space in my mind a reaction reluctant to see what lays ahead of me.
Maybe this is why, maybe this is where, maybe this is when; my heart will stop beating, giving in to the strain of loving and defeating all the odds and ends, that my life truly depends upon. Why do I cry ? Why these tears? Why do I cry, after all of these years?
Never knowing which way to go, this way, that way, round and around turning my soul up side down---until it's twisted, tortured and broken down. Tattered and torn, into tiny little pieces -- scattered on the ground like star dust in the sky, blown away by the wind in the blink of an eye. Yes blown away by the wind in the blink of an eye.
Why do I cry? I will never know the spiritual reason why my tears
still to flow -- over cast by clouds and the poring rain, as the sun shines through -- I can see a rainbow in the cloudy skies again.
