We And You

We are the son of Sorrow,and

You are the sons of Joy.

We are the sons of Sorrow,

And Sorrow is the shadow of a god

Who Lives not in the domain of Evil Hearts.

We are Sorrowful spirits,and Sorrow is

Too great to exist in Small Hearts.

When you laugh,We Cry and Lament;aand he

Who is seared and cleansed once with his

Own tears will remain pure forevermore.

You understand us not,but we offer our

Sympathy to you.You are racing with the

Current of the River of Life,and you

Do not look upon us;but we are sitting by

The coast,watching you and hearing your

Strange voices.

You do not comprehend our Cry,for the

Clamour of the days is crowding your ears,

Blocked with the hard substance of your

Years of indifference to thruth;but we haer

Your songs,for the Night

Has opened our inner Hearts.We see you

Standing under the pointing Light,

But you cannot see us;for we are tarrying

In the Enlightening Darkness.

We are the sons of Sorrow;we are the poets

And the Prophets and the Muusicians.We weave

Raiment for the goddess from the threads of

Our Hearts,and we fill the hands of the

Angels with the Seeds of our Inner Selves.

You are the sons of the Pursuit of Earthly

Gaiety.You place your hands in the hands

Of Emptiness,for the hand's touch to

Emptiness is Smooth and Inviting.

Youreside in the house of Ignorance,for

In this house there is no Mirror in wich to

View you Souls.

We sigh,and from our Sighs arise the

Whispering of Fowers and the rustling of

Leaves and the murmure of Rivulets.

When you ridicule us your Taunts mingle

With the crushing of the Sculls and the

Rattling of Shackles and the Wailing of the

Abyss.When we Cry,our Tears fall into the

Eyes of Night into the Hearts of Dawn;and

When you Laugh,your moking Laughter poures

Down like the viper's venom into a wound.

We Cry,and Sypathize with the Miserable

Wanderer and Distressed Widow ;but you Rejoice

And Smile at the sight of Resplendent Gold.

We cry,for we listen to the Moning of the

Poor and the Grieving of the oppressed Weak;

But you Laugh,for you Hear naught but the

Happy sound of the Wine Goblets.

We cry for our Spirits are at the moment

Seperated from God;but you Laugh,for your

Bodies cling with Unconcern to the Earth.

THE END

Thx for reading,have a good day,bye

love,Yuki