revelations of a mourning

[the_downtrodden]

sit, and gaze, and wonder why
those dreams of bitter white
fled upon their wings too fleet
for mortal hearts to ever catch

sitting here upon the cliffs
the ancient shells below us
listen to the secrets shared
by the crashing waves below

their sighs are but sorrow
for the dreamers forever lost
between the twilight of their hearts
and the coming of the mourning

once, i poured all my dreams
into a tiny ship of paper
and, setting it to the going tide
i watched my hopes slowly fall

and then, starting oncemore, anew
with a raft and redecked sails
i watched my dreams softly glow
as it set off, into the mysts

the moon rises, and surely falls
as the tide comes, and surely goes
it is easy to be swept out to sea
but the surf shall always return you

as every winter gives way to spring
each sorrow succumbs to joy
each broken love lost to thyme
but makes us of a sage

love, like grass, again always grows
no matter the bitterest ice, nor snow
to tickle our bare feet in our springs
and remind us of summer’s joys

the sorrows heaped upon us
are but a tempering of our hearts
those dreams that once left us 'lone
have a way of returning home

blessed be he that dreams
and in failing, never quits
for his dreams will someday return
upon their wings of purest white

one cannot know pure joy
until they taste truest sorrow
rejoice of your heart, holding forever on
its hope shall never fail you!

~K'Har-El