gingerjon
master brummie
The heat from the sun
Like warmth of your heart?
Evermore will I hear the words?
Of love you whispered.
Tears rise up in this old heart -
As if from a hidden deep well -
They rise and gather to meet the dawn
Sadly fall like raindrops in a storm
The salts of bitter tears sting my eyes. . . .
The sweet taste of your lips . . .
The scent of passion emerges,
From days gone by!
You are like those sunrays
Shining through my darkest clouds
The tears once flowing
Dry up from your everlasting warmth
But as the cold night ends
Daylight slowly appears
Sunrays travel through the sky
The rain once darkening
Evaporates into nothing
A rainbow appears in the sky
Beautiful and distracting
Can it exist without my tears?
-without your warmth and light?
The sun is up I enfold the warmth
Around our bond of years
Till we meet again –
Beyond this veil of tears!