By Lyn Wilson
Word Count: 202
Rating: G
Summary: An original poem by Lyn Bennett Wilson
Have you found the place where dreams go to die?
Where people exist, living on fear?
It is your beginning not your end, find wings to fly
Look behind you, for the map home is your shining tears
Watch the tears ripple as you fly by
Love’s wind will dry each tear you cried
Shining tears, shining tears
Your map home is made with shining tears
It’s not the dreams of the past, just say goodbye
The future echoes in dreams you can hear
Reach out, take the love, and fly
No more shining tears will you cry
Watch the tears ripple as you fly by
Love’s wind will dry each tear you cried
Shining tears, shining tears
Your map home is made with shining tears
Love put you back in the bright blue sky
The zephyr that caught you whispers in your ear
Touch the colors as you fly by
Waves of rapture circle the air so clear
Watch the tears ripple no more
Love’s wind has dried each tear you cried
Shining tears, shining tears
Your map home was made with shining tears
Dedicated to happy endings.
I loved this exquisite poem, and the way you dedicated it to “happy endings.” 🙂