Tears of Pain

Tears of pain,

Tears of sorrow,

Leaving a stain

In the cold, bleak morrow.

Beast of pain,

Master of fear,

Do not feign

For then who would adhere

thee?

Although your face seems cold,

Your countenance looks gloom.

In your eyes there is warmth,

And your smile shows caring.

Tell me why

That in the morrow

You still cry

These cold, wet tears of sorrow?

Beast of sorrow,

Master of love,

Do not borrow

These tears from high above

thee!

Though your petals seem warm,

Your stem seems colder still.

With your petals, red as blood,

And your thorns, sharp as daggers.

Still you reap,

And do not refrain.

Say you weep,

But unleash these tears of pain.

Tears of pain,

Tears of sorrow,

Leaving a stain

In the cold, cruel morrow.

March 1996