there are more tears
in this world
than we shall ever know
when a child’s fears
have filled with years
the wounds begin to grow
a wild wind
tears through my soul
and in the autumn blows
a fersome kiss
with more tears
than we shall ever know
and in my youth
i begged a curse
to make the wildflower grow
oh if knew
of all the tears
and years, we shall never know










