Children of the Wind - Crying

When, at last, the knife broke

And the rat decided to cut the rope

O, the child lived on

While the jailer dropped

Searching for old light in the dark

From time to time

Blushing orchid hues will come to mind

And a knock will greet

When I least expect

What I stopped trying to protect

Am I foolish or

Isn’t there something more?

Heed the fleeting gales

Light which illuminates can burn

When you call my name

Could there be something left to learn?

Wading blindly

Into the night, I saw

What I wanted to

If we cut to the chase

What will I have kept?

What will I have erased

From the screens that bridged

And still bring me to

Seeking or discovering old truths?

Am I foolish or

Wasn’t there something more?

Heed the patterned trails

That leave us with messages to discern

Parting from the dark

Can’t guarantee I won’t return

Waiting blindly

All throughout the night

I felt her

Hold a hand for me to shake

And opened up my eyes