Category: Writers Block
He stands, eyes open, looking to the sun,
He mourns, lamenting for his people
Who tore themselves apart, forsaking the sun.
Beautiful, tragic, making no sound,
Shedding no tear, strong in silence
Watching, waiting for the turn of the tides.
I want to reach him, across the void,
I want to know the man behind the name,
See the soul lit with the light of a strange sun.
I want to help him, but he cannot be healed,
Set adrift in a world that seems unreal,
Where we all wear masks to hide our pain,
Where grief is forbidden and truth is pain,
Where the forces within have forgotten their names.
There is a great power by which we strive to live,
A truth whose demands shall keep us alive
Even when the pain it brings drives us near to death.
Echoes of truth and grace haunt his eyes,
Echoes of a man filled with sad pride,
Echoes of a truth both terrible and great,
Echoes of the music of another world,
In eyes lit with the glow of another sun,
And with the images of anothar people...
Memories of another time...
Nice work, very thought-provoking.