Dry Tears...

A drop of tear,
Holding on to the fabric,
Not wet but clear,
Steady and solid.

For I thought it has gone dry,
For I thought it has gone cold,
No pain, no hurt,
Feelings withhold.

It was dry tears,
Clutching all the pasts,
Hope that never fails,
Steadily awaits.

Then the tear appeared,
And more tears strolled down,
Awaken from my realization,
Memories of you weren't easily disappeared.

I begged for overcoming,
Cried for healing,
But over and over again,
The conclusion stays unchanged.

And now I wonder,
Blessing I should take,
Or hope I should keep,
For none is assuring but deep.

Dry tears or wet tears,
Substances between us,
Real or surreal,
Only You can prevail.

Let now thy soul,
Let now thy mind,
Be of focus, surrendered, and committed in a whole.


Melanie Ong
13.7.2010, 2.39am