Does The Willow Weep

The stillness of thought and the silence of screams,

Are the things made of wonder and heart, and of dreams.

The twisting and whirling of magic and choice,

Are not only the outcome of echoes or voice.

The delicate balance of that which we fear,

Subdued by the nature of all we hold dear.

The horrors of pasts we relive to resolve,

Mistakes and pain-caused we aspire to absolve.

Strength built on weakness we'd rather deny,

Avoiding the truth as we try not to lie.

We spare no expense as our energies wane,

Driven less by our goals and more by our gain.

Steadfast the heart that has never been broken,

And trust ever-lost by truths never spoken.

Deceptions embrace that births empty years,

Experience never given to those happy tears.

The winds frivolous games, how they tickle me so,

Inspirations and intrigues, how they come and go.

Podium and pedestal, leverage of mind,

The loneliness, a payment, delivered on time.

Whisked-off to nowhere, on wings we can't see,

To lands unspeakable, upon the soft-blown breeze.

Flight of the mind, though unlearned and scared,

Clung to connections so shallow are shared.

Forgotten, the pins, we feel with each step,

Immune to change, regardless of prep.

In a past, never lived, the visions, so clear,

As if we, without doubt, did once reside here.

Melodies play, without instrument or song,

Colors swirl and meet beat, as they march along.

They remind us of frailty, and heart, and of soul,

These things, they need nourished, lest they take their toll.

Drifting back to the start, our eyes, they do open,

We recall and interpret, as we speak of things like hope and..

As we test our conscience and awareness, peak awake,

We stumble back to existence, we have so much at stake!

While the branches sway and dance, amongst the gentle air,

We wallow toward the pity-felt in hollowed-cheap despair.

We lose the strength that once drove us, and again we take the wheel,

Greatness lost and struggle branded as the scars we feel, are real.

One day to sit and drift again, to lands we can admire,

Hardships no longer weigh us down and goals no longer expire!

Rage no longer engulfs us so and light is the warmth we reach,

Foundations built of stability, not pride, are the virtues that we teach!

If achievable heights do exist, do we climb alone,

Does misery still need company, or direction anger's shown.

Time will tell, if our future will learn from what's been,

Destiny is the fate you write, for it's you whom holds the pen!