Crystal tears fell from the sky,
over mountains and leaky valleys,
freeing echoes from another time and space...
through lacerated seams in Mother's wall;
funny how ancient wounds still bleeds.
Just the other day I caught sight of the shine,
finally looking through eyes that see,
but time is not ours to replay...
too many sins to repay
for casting stones at mother's house.
Provocative dreams fail me now,
replaced by a myriad of faces
with jaded eyes and
holding their eviction papers.