The Tears of Its Song

This is where I saw the first sight of movement in black skies I knew with my mind what I could see was so real to my eyes It held its space in a dark glow of fear Right here where I stand - it really was that near You don’t believe me? My falsehoods, my lies? But I swear on what to me is most dear it could see and it could watch me but through no visible eyes There you have it, believe it or not. I know what I saw was no illusion, no dream or no fog. This is the space where I heard it cry Painful sorrow sounds the same no matter how deep or how high It’s burned here on my mind - the face that I saw. A stare with no lies, no evil, no law A darkness approached me and then it was gone. But it left something with me in the tears of its song.