The Tear

The Tear

Wherefrom that you came
Within your crisp and rainbow flame
Do I see all the passion of my inherent
and burn’ed tragedy.

From whence that you glistened your tale,
of solemnity and saddened heart
That you should spring with light upon a face so dark
And how should a salted sea be the flavour of your story for to tell.

That should glide you down my lips so well?
Aah… The tear which shines itself upon the darkness of the heart,
would it seems be hope to impart.

That from the very nature of its form does forswear all that is forlorn
As rainbow wind inside your glass,
do you give relief from pain at last…