In the quiet of night they fall,
Tracing paths down weary faces,
Whispers of the heart’s soft call,
In hidden, secret places.

Each drop a story, untold, deep,
Silent echoes of emotion,
In their glimmer, secrets keep,
Of love, loss, and devotion.

Unseen rivers flowing free,
Carving lines on time-worn skin,
Bearing tales of history,
Of where we’ve been and where we’ve been.

Reflections of the soul’s own light,
Captured in a single tear,
Shimmering in the quiet night,
Holding all that we hold dear.