I Want My Tears Back

                                  The treetops, the chimneys, the snowbed stories, winter grey

Wildflowers, those meadows of heaven, wind in the wheat



A railroad across waters, the scent of grandfatherly love

Blue bayous, Decembers, moon through a dragonfly's wings



Where is the wonder where's the awe

Where's dear Alice knocking on the door

Where's the trapdoor that takes me there

Where's the real is shattered by a Mad Marsh Hare



Where is the wonder where's the awe

Where are the sleepless nights I used to live for

Before the years take me

I wish to see

The lost in me



I want my tears back

I want my tears back now



A ballet on a grove, still growing young all alone

A rag doll, a best friend, the voice of Mary Costa