emotion

slow streams of tear drops
hiding, failing, trembling into the pillow
with so much to say the tears mopped
up all emotions into a pale
and rung it out

steal away, steal away, steal away with me
to sea across the bearing straight away

Is there something I can say?
Something I can do?
To imprison the day
from appearing come morning
To keep this moment with you

the day will rise and fall
the sun will appear
the moon will shine
But the sun and moon
may never share the the same sky.