who shall care if you scream through valleys;
and thunders off the cliffs.
the unending roar, shaking them unto dust.
your gentle gaze silently stills the night,
who shall care if you steals life through dreams;
and drowns a universe of reality.
the unceasing sight, exposing them as dust.
you can disguise yourself but your heart,
can't be hidden, inconcealable.
your gentle tears swells the oceans,
an eternal sea to wash away the blood;
and still the land is red.
the restless rust, reducing all to dust.
you can flee but where you go,
your heart as is your shadow is with you.
your gentle heartbeat tingles to the soul,
who shall care if it is torn apart;
and lightly scattering with the wind.
the realisation, remembering all is dust.
your gentle warmth billows a heavy heart,
who shall care if it is asleep;
and buoyed in a middle of a dreamed galaxy.
the beginning and the end of all as dust.
and from dust and to dust ...
Edited by Still Waters, 15 February 2013 - 12:43 AM.