Silent tears
Oh gentle winds beneath moonlit skies,
Do not you hear my heartfelt cries?
Below the branches, here about,
Do you not sense my fear and doubt?
Side glistening rivers, sparkling streams,
Do you not hear my woeful screams?
Upon the meadows, touched with dew,
Do you not see my hearts askew?
Beneath the thousand twinkling stars,
Do you not feel my jagged scars?
Seek not my mournful heart kind breeze,
For you will not find it amongst these trees.
It’s scattered across the moonlit skies,
Accompanied by heartfelt sighs.
It’s drifting upon the gentle rain,
A symbol of my silent pain.
It’s buried beneath the meadow fair,
Conjoined with all my sorrow there.
It’s lost among the stars this night,
Too hurt to know what is right.
No gentle winds, seek not my heart,
For simply … it has torn apart.
