Nearing Knell

As my wife lay with eyes closed in her last hours, not a word spoken, but tears ran that told me she heard and could think.....I wiped her tears with a tissue. The below is not for the speed reader who mistakes it for rambling, but my care of choosing thought I will always remember. I heard what I heard Upon my desperate ear Of tears that flowed In silent pound That rippled and ran As wine flowing near The sweetest tears Of heart in sound I answered within No other could hear Echoed my tears As wine round in run I heard what I heard A knell was clear That morrow will sound A silence of sun