Tears

Roll down and pass away you will;
But my bosom with your love I will eternally fill.

Being borne, an accountance of deep agony within;
Many skies fade, destined to a life ever grieving.

Roots, in the abuss of the lamp-lit heart;
Denoting hope, a never dying art.

Believe in passion and so in living after a death;
Diverging lives and merging souls and then …an ecstatic creation.

In peace then, the resting happy soul;
Treading the golden path, one man, one god, the same heaven ….