Tears

cry

The fullest moon

On the fullest night

Is draped beneath shadows

Of the sparrows flight

The time is written

The darkened night is cold

An unwanted goodbye

Begins its walk of unfold

A shroud of memories

Of strong hands and faces

No return

From a skeleton's paces

A tear may wet

And moisten the feeling

But no exchange for gold

Will be the cashier's dealing

Steps that disappear from sight

Will remain a mystery

Of one mans

Tears of light...

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