A cup of tears

Long before first light

in the darkness of the late night

your slumber took you
to the coming morning
where in sleep you spoke out
without a warning

uttered words that
barely had substance
while my yesterdays, life right here
and my tomorrows like a open wound
were coming in words of utter sorrows

while the paper ship of sleep
did soothe you on the waves
to all the places that
the subconscious do crave
where a shower of words
come to the remembrance
of the lovely yesterday's that

we did live through

about the heartaches
and joys and the splendour

of all the bright new mornings
that on us down did pou
r
in all the great and small things
that was between me and you

and some were simple treasures or times where we dared and did chance
but now only the silences for me
do remain
and meaningless is
all the flowers I had planted,
although still with you I do remain
enchanted
and with the parting

there is a sea full of tears and pain
which have come by words
and acts and circumstance
and I wonder if you do
really know my heart,

do know the gist of
all of my feelings and devotion

while you move away
on your own motion

and by your children's wishes
and your own we do part
where the last goodbye
was without even a last glance.