A birth, a death.

Tonight, memories nurture the pain
And still, black falls the rain
I fight hard, yet lose
As it was, so it still is
Strangely both better and worse
And still, regrettably,
that deep welt my heart doth stain

Words fail both you and I
A strange alchemy this,
that turns gold to stone
A conversion infernal
A strange promised land this,
where springs deemed eternal
Are doomed to run dry

May the rivers you cry
one day shatter the stone
May the cracks bleed you dry
of despair, like I have known
May the streaked cheeks shine
like your eyes at my song
On this day,
may you be reborn.

This is apt today.