If Tears Tell Time

Where dust and ash drink heaven’s rain

And spill the sands of sorrow’s cache

If tears tell time, then time heals pain

Salt preserves, though mem’ries wane,

Death, branded on the heart and flesh

Where dust and ash drink heaven’s rain

Fingers trace chilled window panes

The glass-of-hours-before, I sketch

If tears tell time, then time heals pain

Crystal faced with stainless veins

Diamond dew mists emerald grass

Where dust and ash drink heaven’s rain

Ours lost, yet, future gains

That which will, hold all that’s past

If tears tell time, then time heals pain

My pocket watch, your golden chain

One lightning strike, eternal, etched:

“Where dust and ash

drink heaven’s rain,

if tears tell time,

then time heals pain”