Be Still

There is a madness about rejection
An aftermath; or perhaps, a quiet contemplation
An age to an eon
What is lost, can never be found

Be still, dear child
Soon those winds will stop with the wild
The storm would have passed
And all that remains will forever last

Steel yourself with numbness;
For Pain will only endure it's own

The flailing will not yield you gain
Sunny weathers do not promise rain

Be still, dear heart
Do not say those words, or let those sobs apart
Fallen, broken, spoken when
They never bring harbor, only echoes again

Yesterday, has come to whisper a sigh
Listen, for you will be reminded well

The land where blue meets blue
Is only a horizon, that the sight pursues

Beloved flower of mine, seek not the love shunned
Let the thorns teach you, what the gardener did not tend
Grow strong and patient, and graceful and tall
And so shall you slowly embrace the fall

Distant as the rejection you feel, better you Be Still...