Mourning Souls

mourning souls in a garden

filled with ashes of the past

images from long ago

twinkle around their heads

like mirrors made out of crystals

their feelings fill them with pain

and make them drift away from the present

can they be held back from feeling sorry ?

can someone stop them in their pity ?

their memory amplifies the old way of thinking:

"what is it we are crying for ?"

their tears are able to wash away

things that have gone

and the dirt of the old

a new light will touch their eyes

even if it's a sun or a moon

waiting for the grief to fade away

mourning souls long for

being freed from the past

wanting to be no more paralyzed

from sorrow and thought

sing your sad song

but not for long !