i have tears at the back of my eyes.
they've turned into ice, frozen in time.
all these yrs spent trekking over deserts,
in the sands i cry a spell.
stars that fall turn to dust,
the blade i wield starts to rust.
i set a hawk free,
not knowing if it will return to me.
who am i?
what do i seek?
how many more lies to blind my eyes
and silence the winds which whisper in the night?
by a fire i mourn,
but emotions are dead and gone.
cherry garcia..
8:59 PM
