Teardrops

Teardrops on fire burn all night;
They burn bright, with a blinding cold flame,
They burn all my dreams and some images laid in a stupor,
The ashes lie in one corner of my muddled vision,
 
Teardrops on fire trickle down my mind;
And burn thoughts of you, bright and radiant,
I cry aloud when the teardrops scald me deeper,
Douse those tears with some more tears,
 
Teardrops on fire shed at night;
Glowing in my eyes like hope, like life,
Showering down on some parched lips,
Like flames on a dry petal,
 
Teardrops on fire burn all night;
On my brow on my might…