He knew he would never suffer from the madness they perceive...It’s easy to look the other way when you’re blinded by what you see...while crawling, with eyes wide open, through a world of make believe...
A poem by Harlon Rivers
What is the song that
the moon sings ?
In the silence of the starry blue night ?
Is it the sound of a
heart breaking ?
Or
the mournful moaning
of a shadow fallen on
bended knees,
lost in a moment of stress and strife
No one ever thought they
would hear
a shadow
screaming
at the moonlit night!
No one gave it a
second thought...
Never bothered to
ponder
the unknown reasons
for the thoughts.
He knew he could never
suffer
from the madness they
perceive
It’s easy to look the
other way
when you’re blinded by
what you see
Crawling with eyes
barely open,
through a world of
make believe.
Don’t disrespect
honest disbelief,
when the flame burns
brilliantly high
Awakening revelations
rise like heat lightning
An impossible unseen
illusion
for those who are blocked
by their own light
Just a mysterious inconvenience
waiting for the whole thing
to blow apart
A subtle unnoticed
interruption
like a shooting star in the foggy twilight
Emerging from the vanishing
shadows
absorbed by the fading
darkness taking flight
Some days we innocently stumble
Sometimes we trip and fall
Smash into something
good…
Hang on until its time to let go
Trying to wipe away the final teardrops
is like
squeezing blood out of a stone...
© August 2012 ... Harlon Rivers
