Awake, children.

That which does not exist,
tormenting raindrop,
your tranquil nature
bless even the saddest of us.
Oh, would the angels only
cry once
leaving echoes
of thunder
in our heart
to awaken our vain souls.

Amongst even the best,
with eyes pure,
untouched by existence,
lures reaction,
always awaiting
the moment,
to strike,
causing the curse
of the stars and the dust
from which we were born.

Winged keeper
of the night,
will you not cry release
into the womb of disaster,
so that the wounded may
lay in your shadow,
healing.
Remind the children,
that seeds of stars,
are growing
under the moon.

~ by Aquatic Poetry on February 27, 2012.

2 Responses to “Awake, children.”

  1. “Remind the children,
    that seeds of stars,
    are growing
    under the moon.”

    Just beautiful lines of poetry!

  2. Thank you. Your kind words planted a happy seed at the foot of a new day.

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