It's taken some years to still the crying,

Finally I've been able to look back,

To the occasion of our shattering,

A moment we could both clearly foresee,

But kept enhancing to its destiny;

If I said, "There's no pain," I'd be lying,

And of the days that passed I've kept no track,

Just thousand tears of salt soft splattering,

Forming a river flowing to small sea,

As if that release could find purity;

But now that dream is upon winds flying,

And those same breezes move my bark's new tack,

To green Eden with parrots chattering,

Where a new Eve red heart hopes to then see,

With eyes (now cleansed) that see with clarity.

Achingly beautiful.
-God bless-

Very very very very simplisitc use. Try being more descriptive.