I Love the Sound

They are the sounds
Caught in the tide pools
Where we thought had left with the night
To be found in the first light of the morn'

Bouncing against a rock beneath the salt water
Polished in brine from the heavens
It need no escape from this
For when you scoop it up
The sound of it, shines

Sadness abounds tho still
Tears cradled are ours
And they'll never be replaced
The sound of a drop in the palm of my hand
From a shredded heart is unmistakable

Love sometimes steps in
In the guise of rainbows and fairy tales
Sometimes that sound, stands beside the sadness
And rocks it to sleep...giving rest for the weary
Sometimes the sound offers hope
In the times when hope seems to be so deafeningly quiet

Interlocked are dreams and nightmares
Which sounds and what muse inspires us
Is our choice.

~Blue