Thursday, September 29, 2011

That Sound So Dear

A drop on my cheek, no cloud in the sky,

I wish I knew where it’s from and why.

There’s light all around, there’s the red and the green,

My eyes they see just the grey and its sheen.

The laughter’s far, but yet so near;

There’s something in its mirth I fear.

I laugh too, and it sounds so dear,

Maybe it’s the lonely afterwards I fear.

My friends are here and round me dance,

I wish I could wake up from my trance.

But what if this dream was my friend,

I fear this dream, its joy and its end.

What if this smile was a passing joy?

What if my life would be broken like a toy?

I laugh again, the sound’s yet dear

There’s something in its mirth I fear.



The lights have dimmed, the smiles faded;

And with tears yet again my eyes jaded.

The winds have changed, the clouds come and gone

The storm has passed, but the sunlight’s gone.

The world has sunk to eternal twilight,

My wings are sodden, and I can’t take flight.

Once there was love, its warmth and joy,

Now it’s gone like a broken old toy.

I totter and stumble, I can once again walk

There’s pain still, but I can smile when I talk.

I long to laugh again, to hear that sound so dear,

But still there’s something in its mirth I fear.