The rain falls, clouds gather,
Trees whisper their wind-talk;
The rain falls, drops; drops fall;
Hear their play on the walk?
Each drop, a tidal wave,
That churns remembered past;
Each drop begs each dried tear,
Each faded smile to last.
Time’s brought back with each drop;
It hasn’t passed; it hasn’t died!
They said! “Time cures sorrow.”
Now each drop says: “They lied.”
Whom do you turn to, love,
When you’re blue and lonely,
Now that you are away from me?
Whom do you sing for, love,
When a sweet melody
Rises in your throat and breaks free?
Whom do you look at, love,
When your eyes search for hope,
After bitterness rains your way?
Whom do you touch, my love,
When you need touch to cope
With the anxiety of your day?
Whom do you talk to, love,
When your words become tears
And the present strikes up the past?
Whom do you seek out, love,
When you need to calm fears
That seem dire and poignant and vast?
Whom do you pray for, love,
When you kneel down at night
And whisper words known but to you?
Whom do you reach for, love,
When you wake up in fright
To see the Old killed by the New?
Whom do you love, my love,
When the night grows cold
And pain arises endlessly?
Whom will you love, my love,
When your life shall grow old,
With memory for company?
Hearts Still Care 