The Cure Poem by Vincent Dali

Some sicknesses hide our sins
Some sicknesses of lustful romancers
Some sicknesses prey on the innocent, those plagued with cancers
Other sicknesses lie within
Our minds
But all can be cured
By the beauty of that sunrise
By the high of paradise
By the tears in your eyes
By the silver lining on a cloud
By the kindness of a whisper in a world so loud
By the worlds beyond, and stars beyond
The only medicine known to the soul
Love and to love those around, above, and below
Giving up things loved
Replacing them with grief yet, still feeling love
Heals the sickness of grief and regrets
But time never forgets
That the soul needs rest
That the lung’s forgets a breath
The mind forgets a memory
The heart can never forget a beat
The shadow of a tree outlined in axe tear red
Cured by emotion
By dreams of harmony and peaceful worlds
Summary by the truths of oneself
By the thought of existence
What door left open
And beautiful women left alone
By hearts left unspoken
By wonderlands explored
Cured by the touch of a kiss
And the loving bliss
Set well in your castle among the clouds
Demons lurk in the halls
Angels wait by the door
Wonder to the door that holds your fate
Look forward to seeing beyond the gate
Seeing universes beyond our own
Health less filled with sickness
Tasted the medicine, and saw beyond what grows
Looked at the yin
Looked at the yang
Noticed the balance in the book
The evenness of the eyes
The beat of the heart
The roll of a tear
The whisper of life
The love from a kiss
The cure to the sickness