I dare not summon them,
Though so special to me.
At times I've shed enough,
To fill every vast, vast sea.
At times they spill on my pillow,
In the hours right before dawn.
Maybe regret or retrospect,
Times with loved ones gone.
So warm and so salty,
Slowly flowing down both cheeks.
Comforting my sad or my lonely,
Solace when I'm weak.
Should an old thought,
Or words pierce my heart.
Seeking silent refuge,
My trail of tears start.
Always so close to me,
Whether by night or by day.
They know just the right time,
Wash all my grief away.
Time can't deny nor lessen,
As I count off the years.
Dear friends of mine, oh how sublime,
My long trail of tears.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem