Slowly as this tear felt sound,
Crossed my check and to the ground.
I have learned so many things,
My heart, my soul has learned to sing.

Songs of old, songs of space,
Sage of old, a different place.
Tears from then could not cry,
Tears of pain could not die.

Slowly as this tear can dry,
I can look into the sky.
Now I see its clear to see,
Who in life will be with me.

Till the end of days gone past,
They will stand with me at last.
Friends of old a different place,
Not of time nor separate place.

Slowly as this tear can see,
Dripping down to spawn a tree.
I can see from this place,
Wider fields, time and space.

Space is never far to me,
Time and place is where I'll be.
Now this tear has been shed,
To this time and place I bled.

Slowly as this tear can drip,
To a place, in time, a nip.
Feel this tear upon your face,
Think of times and of this place.

what a great poem

Blessed be,,,

Beautiful