The Thornbird's Crying, Not Singing...

Now my eyes are like rivers flowing in the mountain.
like clouds raining in the sky and pouring like a fountain.

The river flows,the dark cloud rains,it cries and shouts constantly.
But no one hears it anymore,the sound lost somewhere in its constancy.

I see a dumb trying to speak without making a sound.
Speech falling on deaf ears and no words can be found.

I try to move frantically to reach to u somehow.
I fall back hard, I cannot move,I see I'm tied down now.

No one now picks my tears like pearls,no one to pull me out of doom.
In agony I remember a pair of eyes which had queitly spoken volumes.

I have seen those eyes fill with rage just to see my eyepools brimming.
Those frantic hands would pull the stars just to stop my tears from falling.

In return of that all I gave was a tentative smileful glimmer.
"My sun has come",those eyes would say,"from behind the clouds to shimmer."

Oh why did I ever let it all go without even trying for groping?
The tears now ebb and fall in the pool without even anyone noticing.

I took the heart that loved me so and smothered it with my hand.
Now my life is nothing but one bleak road and my walking face is bland.

What of now?Where to go?Shall I keep walking sraight down yonder?
Or shall I take that tempting path I see turning round the corner?

The road ahead is draughty autumn,the path turning peaks out spring.
But I've already walked in atumn winds so why am I still asking?

I shed my leaves,I shed my blooms,I withered and wilted and weathered.
A tiny dot in the distance now not knowing one pain from another.

With thirsty heart and burning eyes I walk down the beaten old lane.
Some tiny life still left inside asking if i'll ever see spring again....