Hold them

You, the heartless one,

collect my tears and hold

them in jars of stone—cold;

hold them there till they

are aged with the cure of life;

hold them there till death

sucks them up to the sky;

hold them till the clouds

burst and they are thrown

on the waiting dry earth.


Hold them, hold them, 

these precious drops that

contain all of humanity, 

contain, the suffering,

the love, the pain, the fear,

the joys and laughter that

soon fades away.


Hold them, heartless one—

let the dam be full,

let the storm be held.