Quietly our hearts cry behind closed and bolted doors when love departs,
while the tears that sting so deeply cascade down inside our very souls.
Oh that we could mop dry the floods that drown our hope and trust,
and thus squeeze the angst away to drain into the far distant seas
where they might sink into the darkest depths, ne'er to be seen again.
How many such floods ha...
Thursday 13th May 2010 6:52 pm