the tears are just

the tears are just
the tears are just…
the tears, they just fall down and sing
and laugh and cry and play and
the smiles, they rust;
the breath will must,
the happiness and tears, they just
bewilder me.

But never say I’m blue, I’m only
yellow, black, and through with

all the tears, they just
all the fears, they just
all the years are just and modest,
kind and savage, frail and
the kisses turn to dust;
the love, the silly trust,
the sadness, trembling tears, they just
lay still with me.

sing me a song, speak me a poem,
make my soul swell, and love me