Muted Tears

07 | Weeping Light

There was no sun, he'd say,
No star-sprinkled nightskies
To guide the lost wanderer,
No happily flying fireflies
To land on slender hands,
Not even a silvery moon
To soothe the lover's cries
For bygone times—
It is no place for you to be,
He'd say.

Sorrow filled her fiery eyes:
How come he has to live in
Places so cold and dark?
She wondered and pondered,
But had yet to receive a reply.
Thus, she wished to lend him
Some of her soul's glowing light,
To clad him in warmth
And ease her loving heart.

Translucent petals started
Falling off her moonlit gown,
Tumbling in the icy air
And glowing in the pool of dark.
They brushed against his skin
And landed upon his palms;
Wonder overcame his eyes,
To very soon turn into fright.

Her moonlit lids remained closed,
And a smile lit up her pinkish lips
As her light continued to devour
The one she longed to save.
Aureate beams of light streamed
Through translucent hands of hers,
Flooding the rigid ground,
And glistening on his skin
As pieces of him started to fade
Beneath her soul's eternal glow.

She opened her eyes only to see
That he had now turned to dust,
And none other than her light
Had forced his soul to fade away.
Tears of grief she shed up until today
And no tomorrow shall arrive
Without sorrow to come her way.
For indeed, it was not for her
To linger in worlds of his,

And all her life she shall
Live in remorse for
Lightening up the one
Who was not meant
To touch the light.