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