When Tears Will Not Form
It is that day I do fear,
when in looking in her eyes,
I will seek, I will cry,
yet I will not discover any tear.
When we know our lives have gone,
to a new horizon, a simple reality,
then yes it will be my sanity,
discovers I have been granted a newer dawn.
I wonder sometimes if it is just me,
alone in my own paradise,
wanting only to show her I am wise,
and yet, the day is gone, I’ve set her free.
I want to cry, to cleanse my soul,
though I’d rather not ever allow
this feeling she provides me now
to manifest itself in a defined role.
I want your moment with me again,
to follow the urgency of love,
to know that questions remain above
our own tendency to understand when.
In the shadows of our sweet memory,
lay the foundation of accepting this we.