If joy is yours and sorrow mine,
Then matters not my tears,
If freedom beckons, you must go,
Breathe freedom from the years,
That now hang lifeless, dead remain,
To plead you stay I would refrain,
Nor cause you ponder sweet recall,
When love now lost no longer calls.
When tears of joy are on your face,
They wash away each love-lost trace,
Take your life on platter gold,
Untie the bonds, whatever holds,
For then my tears of joy be true,
To water all that you would do.
If tears shall wet your heart tonight,
When passions are so torn,
Then tears of love that once were yours,
Shall water love reborn,
Then go that grace may speed your pace,
Turn your head and see my face,
With tears of joy as always true,
For come what may I’ll still love you.
Michael Walsh
July 2013