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Tears.

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Tears . . . tears form in my brain,
But do not reach my eyes . . .
(Perhaps I love in vain,
For I know all love dies.)

In memories that last,
They cling to words spoken;
In thinking of the past,
Bear dreams that are broken.

They scan each vow you made,
Imagine each part of you,
See each vow, slowly, fade,
With no existing clue.

They cry, helpless, in pain,
For now, although each tries –
Imprisoned by my brain –
They will not reach my eyes!

My Moon.

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That bright moon is the place where my dreams are;
Flowers and love and joy born of true desire;
A smile on each dream, travelling afar
To caress my heart’s squalid, human mire.

But those dreams! They always crumble to dust,
One calling the other a liar,
In time and fate’s consuming pyre,
Love killed by flowers and joy by futile lust.
And look!
Look!
O look, my moon is on fire!

Each Drop.

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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.”