I hear you.
Would you feel better, if I told you that? You seem a little sad. My visitors always are. I get all sorts here, you know. Last week a man stumbled upon me, dragging
the burden of a broken family with him.
Yesterday a young girl skipped up to me, anxiously fingering her coat
pocket that carried a child’s troubles.
Within the last hour itself I’ve seen two heartbroken women, one tired
mother, and a gentleman with a weary smile and a half empty bottle. I hear you too, on your knees before me with
your regretful cries and tears.
I’ve heard them all.
None of them speak.
None of them even realize it, but I hear them just the same. They’re all different, as only human souls
can be from one to the other. However,
no matter who they are, they all carry the same two things: coins to drop in my
waters and dreams in your heart that you’ve never voiced above a whisper. But I hear it, when you close your eyes and
release your shining trinkets into the rippling waters. No – you didn’t say it, but I heard it. You want happiness, love, safety, or
comfort. No matter the wish, it’s been
heard. So don’t keep hold of your gloom,
my dear visitor. The entire world might
turn a deaf ear your way with a cold heart, but I am listening. I have no warmth on my surface to give you –
no arms with which to embrace you, but I hear you. Only I have seen the dreams attached to your
coins. I alone have stood through the
trials of time until they crack my stones, waiting for the day you come to my
edge and release those beautiful wishes to me.
This one fountain has waited to hear you. So please, leave me with a smile, if you
can. Forget your burdens for a while and
receive your much needed comfort. You
can take heart, dear wishful soul…
I heard you.
