do smiles fade away
when sounds of tears
trickle near
wanting to touch feel
too much
Dreaming healing and blaming
dealing
with wonders unseen
for the things that grow
so small
in between
thoughts of what and when
and why and where
do the memories go
do they float so high
they don't come down
do they know so much
it tricks the frown
to playing backwards
in the dream
kicking forward
to satisfy the scream
the onward march on destinys
drum
wounded hands playing
to soondead heads praying
for the gloom to pass over them
into
something
new.