We Weep Wet Tears

We weep wet tears
while blood red roses bloom in the sun.
Life drains out from our eyesand we feel like drops disappearing
in the ruthless rush of endless waterspouring down a cold dark hole.
But our hearts know that it is not so.We do not vanish into the arid night.
We each have facesloved into our own shape.
And I know the unrepeatable jewel that is myself,
holding it in the light of lovefor my brothers and sisters.