Dark, idle tears, they run like streams
    Down through your volleyed cheek
Each drop holds many minute dreams
    That for each self does speak

One holds the thoughts of many days
    Before we’re now in part
A kiss that set candles ablaze
    Within my once cold heart

Another holds the last of last
    The many hugs we’d share
And remnants of the merry past
    O’erwhelmed by dark despair

The third one holds what seems to be
    A winter night, most cold
Blazed live with the kiss you gave me
     Which turned to warmest gold

My frozen heart, my frozen face
    Which passed along in tears
That shone with memory of days
    That strewn our sullen years

And the fourth holds the waning dust
    The remnants of the rose
That held the powers of the lust
    For love that kept us close

The last now holds the very end
    That makes this very time
The day when different paths, we’ll wend
    When your love isn’t mine

And all in all, each your tear, gray
    That falls most lithe and free
Says much more than plain words may say
    For tears hold memory