Tears leave their paths of sorrow down my cheeks, I weep once more.
And grief is the tide, the waves that surge upon the empty shore.
And with these pensive waves, the sands of time are worn away,
My hope is lost forever with the falling tides of grey.

I weep with the drops of evening rain, upon a dark December
With ashen hands held to my chest, my heart beats to remember
A day of light and warmth, a day an age ago.
For love and life would know me still, but for Death and Woe.

With the clouds of black above, the sun is stolen from the skies
I was the darkened ocean as I saw your dying eyes.
Storm and thunder stirred within me, when the voice of God had spoken
I was the sea that battered against the cliffs of fate till I was broken.

By and by the storm has passed, the waters calm and still,
Grief has sunk to the deepest void that peace will never fill.
Just as the pain of loss engulfs one who shall never again be whole,
With every rippling tear, a sea of sadness drowns my soul.

But even at this lonely beach, the salty breeze was soft and dear
There, by the sand and sun-warmed shells, I can almost feel you are near.
Now, the tranquil waters lap and foam around the rocky shore.
I dry the paths of sorrow down my cheeks, I weep no more.

~ Manzil ~