798. Each drop that glistens on my weary cheek,

SONNET 798
By JH Sayyar
Each drop that glistens on my weary cheek,
A silent tale of sorrows deep confides;
No voice tells what tears in silence speak,
Where heart through liquid grief abides
They fall like stars slip from night's seam,
From eyes held laughter, now grown wide
With all the weight of some forgotten dream,
Now lost beneath emotion's rising tide
Yet in their fall, a strange relief is found,
As if the soul were lifted by sorrow's stream;
The hurt, though vast, softer, less profound,
As pain dissolves in every salted gleam.

Let tears fall, these my soul has earned
For through flow, peace is slow returned.