The Sleeping Terrain Of Thought

 
sacred thought kept in tear's regrets
fall down my cheeks in ripples of sorrow
I covet the honesty of my sadness

vulnerable in truth
guile resides in shadows
I prefer sunlit places where dreams are alive
though painful they never really die utterly

painfully aware of their beauty
they paint vistas on the horizons
and duly we follow

keening epiphanies alter our course
it is a solemn thing to live
to exist at all is pain
from umbilicus to breath
the first touch of air to skin
makes us startle

it is a cold beautiful world
it is ours to affect
whether it be for the good or bad of things

leaving our life print on all we touch
our magic signature
we cause ripples in the universe
changing things in the future

our life here is not our own
from a sister to a brother and another and so on
I am happy enough to exist
despite the hurt feelings sometimes