Dear me, to dear you,
my heart sings out our truth

have they not seen, do you not know?
that the sun sets for us all here below,
just the same,
for me, as for dear you.

Maybe the wind will whisper
what my mind sees, and my spirit sighs for, utterly complete, and pure,
in my love for you, yes even you, tho you know me not, it is true.
for I have felt your pain
and as well have had my own simply the same, some moments less, than other moments which carried more, and my hand hopes to hold yours, in due course, and to lift you up, in order only to comfort, to see, and to know, of course.
that you see yourself seen, there, alone, and yet while it is still not known,never fully truly alone.
and what's more..
I yearn to teach still others, about the wonders of this world, and how we are all better than we act, before we were to conform.
and even then, better than this, on the inside.
love covers a multitude of nasty scars we'd rather hide, and inside the mess each person comes in with, immersed with, and within, lies the spirit of the ego, that old drive, just as too,the soul of our kind, does remain safe, tucked deep down inside. and tho we travel along, day in and out.. each life bright with it's hidden insight, shining a vibration we see not, finding our way in the night while we grope not for a light. we are all only seeking the path that leads away from our past, and the pain that renders us torn, and remembersThe rapid, open, and transparent sharing energy when hurting another person is an act carried out, those souls aren't spared the very same tenfold and no one cares for the fate, of which the boring sorry sort ,those minds...