Whenever I sit in silence and think,
Inevitably, I dwell on the past
Recounting every unharvested dream
And not making each millisecond last
Then my dry eyes with tears are overflown
For rare friends... sailed on to that distant shore
For precious love that turned to stone
For all I never knew, or know no more
I lose again what I’ve already lost
Revisiting every grief anew
And once again I cover the cost
As present wounds--fresh as dawn’s dew
But if in my woe, my mind finds your face
Then all of my grief, your love does erase
