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.
30/7/2019