Golden Tears

Rays of light Emanating from the soul Wrap, in a moist embrace Debris of pain I cry Like the child I were Who, feeling the injustice Cried for a fair world Made by wolves For collarless dogs For trees without saws And happy clouds In which flocks of wild birds Who ignore borders Play hide and seek

Tears are golden They carry with them Sediments of souls Fertilising our being To better grow And teach us to see To feel and hear With our heart Instead of relying on Our blinded spirits.

I weep despite the masks which I wear daily To face the inhumanity Of mankind My sobs are my strength The pure golden expression Of my inner realm The rivers of my world The warm meanders of my thoughts Made visible and palpable And more.