just a dream

The great, emotional release of poetry: saves so much angst, writing it down, feeling the weight of the words and encapsulating the moment. Big hug, and gentleness.

Sorry, didn't think that the tears were from bad news, now I must pay attention to writes and not assume things.
I wrote a similar piece a while back can't recall it's name, some thing to do with being at a bus stop and in the end wiping the tears away as if the wind had caught the eyes.
I often wonder why we all keep grief as a private thing, is it not better to cry with someone than alone, I often feel your pain in some of your writes but didn't think to look for it in this one as I could not feel that you were unhappy about anything at the moment but that's me..
Take care young lady and try not to cry alone it is a deep pit,
Yours Ian.T xx
Found it :-

Lost Beauty

I saw a flower enclosed within a velvet frame
If only this flower was for me the moisture cried
The moisture seemed to be finer than the finest dust
Collected from all the far reaches of the body.

Where the very soul dictated that its presence be felt
Gathering its harvest from these far away places
With never a question of can I, from its maker
Disregarding the vain attempts to stop the harvest.

The very soul pulled as if forever against its will
There the will failed with a sudden long sigh
This accumulation gathered of those far reaches
Rolled from the eyes with complete abandon.

Only to be brushed aside casually
As if caused by chill winds.

Just a thought of tears young one..

The turtle carries the Earth on its back so please don't turn over La La,
Yours as always, Ian x