Dry Your Tears

Dry Your Tears

A Poem by Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm
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When your fingers dare to take the wilderness from this land............

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When your fingers dare to take the wilderness from this land

A breeze will play in your thoughts
For a hundred years
All the flower's hearts will ache to stand
And watch the leaves
Dry my tears

Apart from the cobwebs spun in my name forevermore
You may perhaps believe I roamed
In and out of sorrow
Yet if I could make you see heretofore
You would know I only cried
The tears I borrowed

When your fingers dare to take the wilderness from this land
I will spin cobwebs in your name
For a hundred years
Your heart will always ache to stand
So you can find the leaves
To dry your tears

© 2011 Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm


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An enigmatic spin on an old legend... suffused with an aching feeling and a deep sadness... I was slightly reminded of Dylan Thomas...

The force that through the green fuse drives the flower
Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees
Is my destroyer.
And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose
My youth is bent by the same wintry fever.

The force that drives the water through the rocks
Drives my red blood; that dries the mouthing streams
Turns mine to wax.
And I am dumb to mouth unto my veins
How at the mountain spring the same mouth sucks.

The hand that whirls the water in the pool
Stirs the quicksand; that ropes the blowing wind
Hauls my shroud sail.
And I am dumb to tell the hanging man
How of my clay is made the hangman's lime.

The lips of time leech to the fountain head;
Love drips and gathers, but the fallen blood
Shall calm her sores.
And I am dumb to tell a weather's wind
How time has ticked a heaven round the stars.

And I am dumb to tell the lover's tomb
How at my sheet goes the same crooked worm.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Everytime I read your work, I feel like I'm getting a lifetimes worth of wisdom in just a few stanzas. Your forever m favorite Sufi poet :)!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A new favourite, someone should always help to dry the tears and may the leaves always be there.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

An enigmatic spin on an old legend... suffused with an aching feeling and a deep sadness... I was slightly reminded of Dylan Thomas...

The force that through the green fuse drives the flower
Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees
Is my destroyer.
And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose
My youth is bent by the same wintry fever.

The force that drives the water through the rocks
Drives my red blood; that dries the mouthing streams
Turns mine to wax.
And I am dumb to mouth unto my veins
How at the mountain spring the same mouth sucks.

The hand that whirls the water in the pool
Stirs the quicksand; that ropes the blowing wind
Hauls my shroud sail.
And I am dumb to tell the hanging man
How of my clay is made the hangman's lime.

The lips of time leech to the fountain head;
Love drips and gathers, but the fallen blood
Shall calm her sores.
And I am dumb to tell a weather's wind
How time has ticked a heaven round the stars.

And I am dumb to tell the lover's tomb
How at my sheet goes the same crooked worm.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Hello, I am Neva, 4i, from Atlanta, Georgia. My latest book and videos: My latest book - Mailing Letters to the Moon rm_f1st('6','182','true','false','000000','av2j3.. more..

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