I.
Tears streamed from swollen eyes like pouring rain...
It is here
that I stand reaching...
Between these lines, we come to write,
we shall not judge, the black and white...
A Woman's face withers
upon a morning sun...
Rain drops are tears
Overflowing with messages...
I write of peace in darkness
making friends with demons...
At the mountain top, I'll wait for you,
Like morning dews in Summer's hue...
When the coldness
that comes along with emptiness...
Reaching through reflective pools
To save a soul from sin...
The earth knows
no religion...
My mother cried
when I was a child...
We all thought
this homeland had died...