When Lightning Plays On the Keys of Your Sorrow by Neva Flores Smith

Forgive me when lightning plays on the keys of your sorrow
and there is no time for everything you say
to be laid here at my feet.
Still, know that I am here when your inner light
of wisdom catches dust on the frame of your heartbeat
and I will listen through your tears.

On those days when life feels like a flying bird,
do not feel sorry for reaching out
to enlightenment as your lover, please know,
that I understand your need.

There are miles of bedlam that I would love to turn into flowers
on those nights when your sea tumbles restlessly
and those dragons of madness make you burn

a breath apart and still the same.
We will drown our souls together
in our own tranquility.

When you hear the call of honor weeping to the heavens above
while leaves of scorn fall upon your head,
I will stand beside you
help you roll away
what stands in front of you.

Let me be the force that drives you from the shadows
of all heartache,
when lightning plays on the keys
of your sorrow. Even though sometimes
there is no time for everything you say
to be laid here at my feet,
always know that my feet still remain here,
next to you.