Sweet Tears

He calls to me from my dreams;
He beckons to me, smiling;
He holds out his hand, silently asking me
To join him in his eternal rest.
I smile at him,
But I do not take his hand.
His lips whisper soundlessly,
Pleading to be heard;
And yet I still hear nothing, only my inner voice;
I want to join him.
I want to stay with him forever,
Even if it means my peril.
But my inner voice screams at me to stay away,
To stay away from his deathly beauty.
And so I stand there helplessly, unable to decide,
His lovely eyes pleading with me,
But my heart is torn;
I cannot move toward him or away,
And I simply wake up, tasting the tears,
The sweet tears from his deathly presence.



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