The sound of your cry
when the moist of your tears
fell upon the dried earth
Ignorance of my ears
Left me bathing
In a waterfall of memories
When your soundwaves of sore soul
triggered a burst
within the hidden lake of fears
running beneath
my lovingly blinded eyes
Hence I so wish
I could be there to hug
And cry with you
Until the sunset of your sorrows
can be kissed goodbye
By the sunrise of our rosegold,
rivers of joy