I am burdened and hurting
Nothing can sooth my fears and wipe away my tears
Shelter me from this pain
Allow me to heal in your arms
Never let anything touch me again
I am breaking away and I am in pieces on the floor around you
Take away the pain and torture
You are all that I have
In the depths of blackness I hear the cries of creatures drowning in their own sorrows of the thick dark night.
Souls wretched and souls bereaved, crying out to the night for love and release.
The fires of torture burn through their brains, in an agonizing heat wave how can they be saved?
Swimming through the whiny larvae of their new found home, sinking floating, choking on volcanic foam.
Tortured souls how can they be released?
How can they suffer anymore than this? For what is the purpose, isn’t this insane?
To see tortured victims burn up in the flames?
Glaring lights, pale as death, call you and me.
Dancing through the leaves of the night, dancing around the willows and the oak, hearing the sounds of mysticism in an endless voice of hope:
What is it that we evoke?
Rushing through the air of the night, filling our souls with curious delight; the moon shines upon us as we run after thee, O what can you be? What can you be?
The silver of the night can be what you are or a guiding star? Yes a guiding star!
You took us from our campsite when the air was chilled and harsh – you made us run bare footed across the country grass!
Nightly dew soaks our wandering feet and we search for where you go. Roaming free like a bird in the sky you fly, through the leaves of the trees in the night!
But we remain warm with your charms dear light.
Running endlessly we wonder where you take us. Miles and miles it seems… we run through the fields and past the stream, this feels like a wonderful dream!
Pure is your light of wonder, warm is your glow, but where do you take us, where do you go?
What are you which we evoke?
Faster and faster you run wild and free, past the streams and the tree’s and we run faster along with thee.
We hear a mystical voice again, calling like a choir, calling our names to follow still, even though the night is chilled!
Brighter and faster the light becomes running through the corn. We follow and run helplessly we become most forlorn!
The light has gone! The light has gone!
O where are we now?
As if it was all a dream we suddenly awake from the hypnotising light we are in the lake… we are in the lake.
Drowning, mourning sorrowfully, we cry and call for help. But all that hears our calls this night is the old mythical creature the Kelps!
All we do now is yelp and yelp!!!
Gently the wind blows
Gently I follow
Softly I gaze into my dreams
Baby there’s sorrow
But maybe tomorrow
All my tears will be washed into the stream
There they go
My tears have become the stream that flows
Away into the sea
I am now free
My sorrows away
Now I can now play
Into the meadow
Running in play
May your happiness regrow
I survive by talking, by writing and by games
I cope with all this sorrow, for it won’t give me gains
I cannot bare this sorrow, it’s unproductive much
I need to tell the world, they need to keep in touch
© Tina Cousins 2013