Where The Tears Go

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Submitted: September 29, 2018

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Submitted: September 29, 2018



Where the Tears Go


Ten thousand days

Bounteous moments forever faded

Since he first enlightened this lyricist

Guiding my vestal quill.

Through undiscovered lands

With the poise of Gandalf

Proffering measured response to arouse one more query.


The old man stands bent at the waist

The autumn of his life declared by the deep lines upon his face.

His hands unable to conceal a never-ending tremble.

To my youth-filled gaze, he has always seemed ancient

Silver hair with amber tips

Bespectacled eyes behind thick glass

A wooden cane forever choked by his knotted grip.


The morning sun greets our kinship

As I help him to our old park bench

Quietly we share the new dawn

I speak first

As oft I do,

Nay, as I always have

I pose my question,

"Where do the tears go when they depart my eyes?"

I begin

“Overpowered by emotions I cannot disguise

The liquid crystal

 Trampling shadow trails

 Beneath my eyes

So, tell me dear sir,

Where do tears go when they depart my eyes?"


Without a word, his gaze telling all

A glimpse of sadness breaks upon his face

For he already knows the reason of my query-


The Healer’s words have promised no hope

The cancerous centaur

Laughing at the toxic elixir

Spreads venomous tentacles throughout my body

Tendering deadly kisses.

It seems my time here, is nearing the end.


My old friend speaks his reply with an ancient whisper

A slithering smile slowly revealed

He speaks as a teacher

A prophet

A friend

"A fearful Darkness you cannot flee

Belongs to the Darkness we cannot see.

Your wandering tears are not forsaken

For you my young friend

A promise of truth

Older than the Darkness

Born on the Eve of the Beginning

Is destined to awaken.

You have nothing to fear

Soon you will stand in the place prepared for you

There you will see His glorious truth-

Tears never die or go away

They turn to mist

To be used another day"


"A fathomable grace-

He commands every tear that ever dared to fall

He will stretch out His hand

And gently wipe them all.

That my young friend

Is where the tears go"

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