Are they aware?
Can you convey what you've gone through to the clambering world, a world whose image of perfection is that of beautiful shells?
A shell, empty, devoid of life
Do they care that you have battled demons?
Do they know that behind your eyes you are observing, aware?
Aware of the fragrances, lilacs and pine,
aware of the birds that take flight as you walk.
The mourning dove sighs, alone in the farthest branches of the sturdy pine, calling out a song, hoping that it will reach another heart.
Her heart is touched, it responds to that sound...
The sound of one mourning for another to understand, that you are a rock in the river as the water rushes past, that you stay holding your place against the tide, that the wind is your friend because it holds you as you walk.
and you walk towards eternity...
Can you convey what you've gone through to the clambering world, a world whose image of perfection is that of beautiful shells?
A shell, empty, devoid of life
Do they care that you have battled demons?
Do they know that behind your eyes you are observing, aware?
Aware of the fragrances, lilacs and pine,
aware of the birds that take flight as you walk.
The mourning dove sighs, alone in the farthest branches of the sturdy pine, calling out a song, hoping that it will reach another heart.
Her heart is touched, it responds to that sound...
The sound of one mourning for another to understand, that you are a rock in the river as the water rushes past, that you stay holding your place against the tide, that the wind is your friend because it holds you as you walk.
and you walk towards eternity...
Quite a profound one darling! Muwah!
ReplyDeleteThere are people who see. Then, there are people who observe. Then, there are people who care to care.
But, there is always at least some one who cares.
I can see us in this one as well. You know what I mean, don't you love?
Muwah! A brilliant piece! Muwah!
Its awesome. I share your views. You have seen life, your words say it.
ReplyDeleteThere are people who stand by and watch you fighting, struggling, striving. And you know that these people wouldn't care to lend a hand to help you out and you have to brave the weather all alone, fighting your own battles and fending for yourself. People stand by and praise you for the courageous actions you take and derive inspiration from them, but they wouldn't want to be part of your struggles. But the onlookers can't be blamed for it as they themselves are engaged within their own petty battles to worry about grievous times you are going through.
ReplyDeleteLoved the impact that this writing portrays. The message is very strong.
Darling, yes you are spot on, Muwah!
ReplyDeleteIsland of peace, thank you, I can see that you understand. :)
Vittal, I like your interpretation, thanks for visiting. :)
Interesting take. Ya sometimes you do get the feeling that you are an extremely ignorant, destructive and soulless creature. well put. :)
ReplyDeleteThis is like a story.
ReplyDeleteThank you for visiting me. Your comments are perfect. Some times I'm writing just for your comments.
The mourning dove sighs, alone in the farthest branches of the sturdy pine, calling out a song, hoping that it will reach another heart.
ReplyDeleteIt is really nice. :)