To Know You

To Know You

I touch your inner spirit,
to know your pain for it is so clear,
of that of a shattered soul,
who believes that no one holds them dear.

I feel your deepest heart,
flowing currents of emotion,
deep within a shadowland,
born out of your lonesome devotion.

I reach inside your mind of logic,
born to cover rising tides of pain,
to see memories of sorrows past,
drenched in tearful silent refrain.

I look into your sleepless eyes,
stained black by endless nights,
of solemn slumber's repudiation,
which steals away your inner light.

I see you there before me,
bound in time's gentle repose,
of endless waking dreams,
of a single blood red rose.

I know your face so well,
for I have seen it many times,
upon the facade of ego's mask,
born out of illusionary rhymes.

So come now friend,
and walk at my side,
beyond the ocean
of tears that you cried,
to journey forth
in struggle and strife,
to a bountiful future,
and a well lived life.