TEARS

 Your face appears in passing dreams

                                          Bring thoughts of things long past.

                                          Why do I search the wide road along my sleeping way

                                          Hoping for glimpses of you?

 

What would I say to your passing form?

                                         For the years have ravished my inner storm.

                                          The tears of my youth have salted my soul

                                          Removing from sight the hoped for goal.

  

    There is nothing left of the joy I knew,

                                            All that remains is a sense of loss too true

                                            A bitter taste marks my sleep,

                                             All the unshared years soaked in tears.