Hold Your Tears for the Almond Grasses

1

Almond colored grasses (like your eyes)
Sprouting blossoms in fragments
A touch of pink – here
A streak of orange – there
Visible only in transcendent twilight
Beauty complex and subtle
Beauty I haven’t seen since

Beauty I haven’t seen since
I detached from your almond eyes
and didn’t look back.
Beauty I tried to recreate in the 
shifting sand - 
A touch of pink – here
A streak of orange – there

But the road from St. Augustine
Has been covered in tears
of love
of joy
of fear
of love again
Tears I didn’t show you out
of love
of joy
of fear
of love again
Tears that fell as soon as 
I detached from your almond eyes
and didn’t look back.

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I know your tears are rolling now
Because
I know your tears better than
I know my own.  
I know your tears are not tears.
Your tears – 
of love
of joy
of fear
of love again – 
Are 
the aquifer of my spirit’s well.

My wellspring was full in the 
last moment our eyes locked,
So you may see my tears
on the road from St. Augustine,
You may see my tears
Falling from the lacustrine sky,
You may see my tears,
But my tears are not your tears,
And when we meet again 
we must nourish
the desert.

So hold your tears for me 
until our first desert dance – 
Hold your tears so we
may paint the desert sands – 
And Hold your tears for the almond grasses
Sprouting blossoms in fragments
In your almond eyes.