Whispers of a darkened time
fragments of a lost mind
shine around for those to seek
yet I weep before I sleep
for the souls so lost
they cannot bare
the greatness of the light out there
I weep, yet at rest, restless sleep
of thoughts that churn like oceans deep
the waters warm yet sight unseen
churning below my windswept feet
what can they see in such belief
thoughts that they might seek
out such stones rise to the occasion
and dare not ask what women weep
and dreams do keep
reach and take a breath of air
drowning in the moonlit stare
stars to reach and oceans deep
mountains to walk before we sleep
struggle no more at sightless floor
and breath it in once more.
- by Janey July 2012
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