By JH Sayyar
O sad heart, do not shed tears in lone despair,
Though night be deep and heavy hangs the sky,
There yet remains a soft breath of gentle air,
A whisper soft that bids the poor soul, not die
The stars still blink through sorrow’s dusky veil,
And moonlight strokes the hills with silver grace;
Though weary winds around thy sad spirit wail,
False hope walks in silence, wears a tender face.
Why drown thyself in the oceans of regret,
When dawn prepares her golden cup anew?
The past is none but a shadow, dim and wet
Let morning’s fire light dreams once more in you.
So dry thy tears, let silence be thy morning song,
And love shall find thee, though the night is long.
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