Poetry Begins Where Tears Come to an End

Disposing the last moments before dawn
to the life-taking pain in my heart
I get a feeling that my dreams are losing their way
in darkness, and the fireflies imparting
the faintest rays of hope to them…
With no regrets but sadness
Taking the handful of life’s best memories
to be thrown into the deepest river
I realize that poetry comes to the lips
When tears come to an end.
The brightest rays of the sun are not what I need
to warm my freezing mind
But the full moon’s soothing serenity
to calm my dying mind,
Suffering from strangulation by
the handful of life’s best memories.