Rivers flow on the cliffs of pearl
Droplets trickle and fall to earth,
Evaporate like mist on the wind.
Streams that spring from sunken holes
Pouring from the heart that's broken,
Leaving chasms in the soul that's lost.
My eyes have wept a thousand oceans
That fell upon the unspoiled sands,
Now swept away on tides of hope.
© Fergus Martin