|Things look distant and dark at night,|
And petty things all seem at might.
In the darkness there is something that glistens,
But is lighter than a whisper to listen.
You might be there and gazing at me,
On my face, the falling tears you will see.
I itch for your hand to gather the drops,
When it touches my face, it seems that time stops.
I see you wipe my tears dry,
and making me promise to never cry.
I see those sparkling drops arise in your eyes,
Your love I see, in deep fathom lies.
Your tears fall, across your cheek,
falling into your hands making it weak.
My tears they mingle with your tears,
and they wash away all my fears.