That is how it ends,
one bright sparkle,
then cascading silver.
Unabashed, unlimited.
Holding in its saline stream,
Words unspoken,
Pangs unredeemed,
Dreams unwoven,
Anguish hushed.
Or, perhaps in....
Honour retained,
Pride reclaimed,
repressed innocence, revealed,
a fond caress, amidst unyeilding barrenness.
That is how it always ends...
In varying shades of tears.
I am glad for that tear, that I can shed.
