River Tears, a sonnet

River tears, tumble and toss over stone,
streaming, running, cascading o'er my heart,
songs of love and need; I oft cry alone
in silence, feeling pain those drops impart.
River tears, going where? To the deep sea
one day? An ocean waits to gather my
salty sadness – it gladly waits for me
to come to it, until my eyes are dry.
River tears, no beginning, always there,
like the polished rocks in the river bed
that feel life pass them over. ‘Tis not fair!
Oh, that I could be those cold stones instead
of who I am. Hard. Instead, I’m sending
part of me while my tears are unending.