Tears

Tears

Upon this mortal being heaven sweet tears do fall;

They kiss his face, his sullen silent repose.

A drag from his tar and in his somber still remembers all.

The love in the crowd who remains unseen’

For whom his noble hearts love will be given in all.

The woman who caresses his fondest dream.

His brothers who now mutter no mortal sound;

Who lived for one another in misery and joy

They who now in the ranks of death can be found.

His mist shrouded peaks, rolling hills, the valley and the dale

O how he misses them so, his heart longs to be home.

Wandering amongst those hidden heights, traversing the meandering trail.

The communion of father and son on a foggy morning still,

The laughter of brothers in sport and play engaged;

The mothers hug that frights away the cold evening chill.

Upon this mortal being heaven sweet tears do fall;

They kiss his face, his sullen silent repose.

A drag from his tar and in his somber still remembers all.