Teardrops on my pillow
Speak of loss
Rising up from the deep dark sea
Inside my heart
Aching floods the banks of being
As I realise
What it was I valued most
And then was lost to me
There are those who say
Nothing is ever lost
And there is a kind of power and magic
In the remembering
And in the grieving
Which speaks of our deepest soul
And so I just surrender
As I allow my heart
To swell and flood
Within this ocean
And then shed
Those feelings
In teardrops on my pillow
Emerging From The Dark Night 