no island…

no island

there
are
no
dried tears
in earth’s eyes
they have been
blown
away
by
solar winds
into
the darkness
of space
tears
from
denied
love
searching
for
a final place
where
solitary souls
of earth
might
find
some relief
from
the stellar pain
of
existence

14 thoughts on “no island…

  1. The Heart Asks Pleasure First, by Emily Dickinson.

    The heart asks pleasure first
    And then, excuse from pain-
    And then, those little anodynes
    That deaden suffering;

    And then, to go to sleep;
    And then, if it should be
    The will of its Inquisitor,
    The liberty to die.

  2. finding relief from the stellar pain of existence…ugh…that stings.. but for enough people it is like that…love the image of the earth’s tears, blown away by solar winds…happy new year to you charles..

  3. “Love is sometimes denied, sometimes lost, sometimes unrecognized, but in the end, always found with no regrets, forever valued and kept treasured in one’s heart” Unknown

  4. to find that small source of existence would be something.. but perhaps something unattainable. thank you for sharing, friend.

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