Enchanted Tears
To belong

If there was any road I wished to let run close but not take my steps, that was the way to tears, the sadness that unfolds whenever feelings go amiss, and when a smile meets anger, lack of faith.
A wall that stops dreams turning into a new beginning, a second chance to look beyond mistakes, amend the words said in lost moments, add touch of kindness to each voice in loving harmony of twilight.
Dusk is when chances come, but you can lose yourself attempting to get hold of one future that cannot stay in your heart or the smile waiting to bloom descending, dancing, spreading in rain of tears.
You can cry and be happy, wish and see it come true, belong in one eternal story where evil cannot cross the threshold, there’s too much light and trust, surrender evil mind, begone foul intention, only love is allowed to stay.
© 2022 Amy Christie






