Seeking the Peak in the Valley,
Finding familiar footsteps silhouetted by the stars sighing above my shoulders,
Whose shine is a halo of heaviness above my head,
Bearing down the weight of my presence being a blessing and a burden.
Walking, dragging my own footsteps in the sands of nihilism
Forcing myself into the bosoms of tranquility.
Kissing her lips,
Using her fingers,
To grab the brushes of optimism to paint the heart of life in the dark
Painting with one hand and using the other to cover my eyes so I can see truth.
Feeling the nature in me that is human to believe life has no soul.
Because in order to live life we have to put our hearts up for collateral,
And pay our dues, with our tears and blues.
I converse with pain via tears
And translate each tear into a word that pain can read
But if I can’t find the words
I close my eyes to make my tears drop down to my heart
So my heart can beat the words
And pain can listen.