We Weep Wet Tears

We weep wet tears

while blood red roses bloom in the sun.
Life drains out from our eyes

and we feel like drops disappearing
in the ruthless rush of endless waters

pouring down a cold dark hole.

But our hearts know that it is not so.

We do not vanish into the arid night.

We each have faces

loved into our own shape.
And I know the unrepeatable jewel that is myself,
holding it in the light of love

for my brothers and sisters.