Echoes

as all the children play outside
only you count the tears you've cried
softly speaking to breeze
twenty-two, now twenty-three

everyone laughs and no one hurts
and no one stops to make it worse
the children play and carry on
ignoring the man walking across the lawn

he motions slowly for you to rise
you wait a moment and head outside
gently now he carries you away
where mountains grow and valleys play

sitting watching the rising tide
the sun comes over the ocean line
he looks for a moment at the sun
and asks you what the day has brung

the growing grass patiently waits
as you step across and through the gate
rocking yourself to bed at night
you hold your pillow ever so tight

and there is no pain or crying here
just the winter months you hold so dear
it snows at day throughout the near
but this is only a short visit here

the children playing on the lawn
waiting for the break of dawn
they form a circle and carry on
quietly listening while remaining calm

and no ones tells you not to do
and no one yells or laughs at you
and nobody forces you in or out
and nobody makes you run about

your dream stops there and you awake
it is now midnight by the gate
the tears fall down and do remain
a memory of the opposite of pain

and then you see him standing there
his hair is clean and his chest is bare
he appears to wait as you encroach
and vanishes as you approach