The Eyes Cry

Entering your darker than black cave,
Spotting six infinitely hollow barriers,
Enclosing to change into a sacred grave,
Slicing it exposing emotional carriers.

Arriving at your two fluid-filled wells,
Digging their roots sharing it with you,
Revealing awful stories each one tells,
Emptying them, but more from the two.

Pearly glitters sensitively warm drops,
Cooling the hot golden-sand beaches,
Reaching the deep valley and stops,
Wishing loss of memory as it preaches.

This cave is briefly gone but to return,
Haunting you once more for a year,
Pay no heed to it and from it learn,
Recall, the others to you are sincere.

Wednesday, 18th of November 2009