My Burden

And with a word, I want you to feel. . .

Each syllable a command to your senses,

demanding you to yield. . .

Open eyes wide and see the darkness of the sky.

You’ve gotta see to traverse these trails!

Please my friend, heed my kind words, learn from you past.

If each mind that feels the gravity of these words,

turns solemnly and takes steps to learn. . .

Then I’m fulfilled in all my endeavors.

The power of my speech is destined to shake. . .

Break apart the defenses and grow through to your senses,

pushing aside the illusions showing reality in it’s crystalline light.

Hear me out!

The most important words.

Cause in the end,

the burden is yours.

Surreal

Memories consume my mind, like a dream from which I cannot awake.  The stars are raining down around me, cosmic tears.  As though the universe can feel the quaking of my heart and is crying with me, sharing my ache.