Cleansing Tear

Upon the land of distant dreams
Inside the calming of the storm
Lies the embers of sweet fantasies
In which a tear is formed.

Not just a teardrop that is placed
Upon the thoughts of love anew
But with the fall of gentle grace
Of a heart that's broke in two.

Silent comes the tender weeping
Mindless of the crushing heart
Aided by the hunger, sleeping
Beneath the soul that's torn apart.

Sweet harmony of love's remorse
Comes now into the dead of night
Surging with an able force
It leads the solemn into light.

In grief, no longer will it tarry
Behold the fight, that's left its mark
With strength it picks up and carries
The pieces of a broken heart.