Vain Tears

The slow sun rising,
Rain pores hiding,
Heavy in the summer's eve
Now fall to feet and breathe.
To look around-
The feel not found,
The lost intention,
Hidden, mentioned
Finds its way
Into the day
To seek
And wreak
This haven's steep.

You find yourself
Amidst those blessed
With tragedy,
And lost anxiety.
How sad it seems
That after screams
Of all impatience,
Circumspections,
The last, worn down
Is found brought 'round
And loses self
In hidden strife.
At last you'll see
How vain you could be
When times are bad
And lost and had.

The slow moon rising,
Rain now gliding;
Steam flows out-
It heaves about
To show you once
What kind of dunce
You've proved to be
Within this sea
Of inland ghosts,
Preying on their hosts:
She dissappears
In your vain tears.