My friend, please don’t cry those silent tears
that I can’t wipe away;
don’t get lost in the dark alleys of your fears,
let me help you find your way.
My friend, don’t let the wounds of your past
scar your future or your today;
don’t give up on your dreams so fast,
no matter what others may say.
Dance, my friend, for the music still plays,
in its many secret, enchanting ways;
laugh, for life is but a fleeting moment,
in which no pain forever stays.
– Written in 2010
As I walk on, I feel a cold wind blow,
I hear a distant cry, sad and slow;
I walk through mud, and filthy lanes,
Filled with broken hearts and shattered panes.
As I hear the distant sound of thunder,
I watch the day to darkness surrender.
I meet those, whose vacant smiles do not conceal,
The dismal, deep-rooted distress they feel.
I want to free them from the constrictive chain,
That binds them to the pain their hearts contain;
For they have invited vagabond fears home to stay,
While halcyons of hope have been driven far away.
I wish I had a magic spray,
To erase every hidden fear,
Or an enchanted towel, to wipe away
Every silent, unshed tear.
Is there an end in sight? Is there a cure?
Or is their sorrow meant to endure?
I have no answers, but I put in my very best,
In the hope that, someday, their troubles will be laid to rest.
–Written in 2008
Dancing Tides 