The tears of the skies, falling closer and closer
Skies crying for those lost, for those forgotten.
Strayed among the memories of the past
Flummoxed in whirls of tragedy
Raining upon the skin of mine like spears of vanished warriors
Dripping down deep the drains of dreams of my days
Falling over the hills and valleys, past the cities of our lives
Trickling down the sides of the earth off the edge of the cliffs
Falling like waterfalls down my being
The feeling of frost and freedom from reality against my skin
Taking away the pain of the reality of the world
The coolness of the tears of the crying moon feeling like deficiency of life
Falling from the open skies, upon the clear starless nights
Dotting the vast empty valleys with stars of its own, among the green sky
Gleaming like diamonds falling from the worlds above
Pooling the land with collections of the history of the world.