With as much substance as a breeze.

There are those that say

That you learn from your past

And when the time comes to prove yourself

You will be able to rise above.

 

The cuts on your soul will have scarred

Forming a map to the truest form of bliss

That of true love.

 

I thought that this was a child’s bedtime tale

With as much substance as a breeze

Told to little girls and boys to help them sleep

Until I saw you in the faces of people on the street

I knew.

 

I knew that no matter what I did with my youth

I was meant to feel the strongest gut wrenching love

That only a soul’s perfect mate could stir.

And the blur in my eyes lifted

The ringing in my ears cleared and I heard the birds

They spoke of your heart beating for mine

Beckoning me to hold out my hand to sun.

 

Because in another land you are holding yours toward the moon

Waiting for contact with the force that will mend your heart

From the mistakes that you made in your youth.