Eternal Teardrops
In the valley of death, dry bones gather dust
Scattering memories of the bereft
Carrying them away with the wind's gust
Blowing sorrow into tears
Of sadness, which is too much to bear,
Feelings of despair are all that's left
As silver glinted dreams turn to rust
A sea of sadness in its dismal plight
Flows through the painful emptiness of the heart
Until the coming of the starless night;
In the darkness, they slumber still
Yielding to eternity's will
These two worlds, so far apart
One in the spirit, eternal teardrops, the other's rite
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8-9-18
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Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2018
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