My Tears Became The Ink
by: Dark Dreamer 7
My tears became the ink of sonnets dark
And could not be assuaged, nor cleansed of grief
My voice transmuted to a mourning harp
Which would not silent be, nor grant relief
The blood within my very heart stood still
To freeze in icy crystals, then to cease
The spirit deep, inside this mortal shell
Quiescent, without thought or hope of peace
She is no longer near, nor shall return
And with her seems all warmth in doom to die
For desolation has become my song
In verses that should make the angels cry
Alas, for me, how could I fail to see
Her heart was only mine, but for awhile
Now she has passed into the realms of light
And naught remains, but shadows of her smile
