Sweet Tears of Sorrow - II

Sweet tears of sorrow streaming down,
I feel your warm embrace.
Falling as you break the strings
that hold my heart in place.

Dreams that wander aimlessly,
like a beggar with no home,
wash up on lifeless shore
to fade - to die alone.

Hope that comes from an empty heart
depends on fortune's call.
Never to find a lasting peace,
not seeking Heaven's thrall.


written June 26, 2016

Copyright © Francis J Grasso | Year Posted 2016