TDetroit’s ramblings and nonsense

Mansions of tears.

Love is a fountain from which streams

A river of hopes, prayers and dreams

From this fountain of unending wet

Pours what all hearts want as of yet

When the fountain is broken

crashed, torn, shattered and smoten

from an ending of breath and soul

from an ending time to go

when the next place in life

calls a soul through the strife

to be in a place of after

to be with ever laghter

at the calling to away

when no soul  can stay

for travel beyond the here

to be a part of there

a home there must be built

with the tears here are spilt

a mansion of stones created

by tears never sated

each tear becomes a stone

and builders sent by the throne

to use each one of those tears

to build a mansion for years

for the parting will be long

while angels sing a song

a soul must there reside

in a mansion by seaside

each tear will be one stone

and the builders ever hone

that home near to the sea

where the soul lives free

in heaven there to reside

the loved one does not hide

for there the soul who waits

while the other below fates

two who death did part

who live with only one heart

given to each other in bond

though one is now beyond

one must make the tears

so the other may spend the years

in heaven high up above

a mansion made of love

with tears, each is a stone

the builders will build the home

for one to reside

‘til the other is by side.