I can see the tears falling from your eyes
but I don’t hear them hit the ground.
They were swallowed too soon
by the swollen ocean,
dried too quickly
by those silent flames,
but still I long to feel them
frozen at my fingertips.
A thousand mourners gather
and weep over your wilted body,
singing a service of desperation
and hope.
They carve their sorrows into copper
and lay them by your grave
for those yet to follow.
Their grief will not be silent.
We are afraid for the future,
but we know what must be done.
Know that no matter how many tears may fall,
this moment with you will be remembered.
Aug 20, 2019
Aug 20, 2019 at 4:58 PM UTC
I can see the tears falling from your eyes
but I don’t hear them hit the ground.
They were swallowed too soon
by the swollen ocean,
dried too quickly
by those silent flames,
but still I long to feel them
frozen at my fingertips.
A thousand mourners gather
and weep over your wilted body,
singing a service of desperation
and hope.
They carve their sorrows into copper
and lay them by your grave
for those yet to follow.
Their grief will not be silent.
We are afraid for the future,
but we know what must be done.
Know that no matter how many tears may fall,
this moment with you will be remembered.
Okjökull just became the first glacier in Iceland to lose its status as a glacier. Many people gathered at its location to hold a ceremony for it. This is just my little contribution.