Friday, June 17, 2016

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.