Took the free falling leap,
from the mountainous summit,
to safe pastures,
Behind the burst of laughter,
Infectious exhilaration we spread,
And blind to how they were read.
In the barns hay,
gusts of spring time air,
Behind the cracked smile,
Blind to true serenity we made in others,
smiles given as an embrace from a mother.
Desperation scrambles to avoid the lashing rain,
left indefinitely in tumultuous weather,
Behind the sullen frown,
A scream in someone’s silence,
isn’t something to be blind of.