Tears Of Slumber

beneath the stream
a-floats the residue of the past.

I am ready.

Clarity, mercilessly,
With such a force imploding.

Tears seeping through the cracks,
cascading from a space deep below,
Down to the wellspring we go,
Anguished extinguished,

Rejuvenating us into anew.

When the tide inside, hits the shore,
whats left are the shells that glisten in the sun.

are the treasures of my soul and the debris.
Skeletons once carrying fragmented parts of me,
are now ready to be collected and dissolved.
Metamorphosing into something revived.
Awoken from the tears of somber are the
rivers of creation. - TLM