I
                                                               salty streams trickle
                                                               from two cold pebbles
                                                               to merge with the salty pool below

                                                               the hot breeze
                                                               dries up all the water
                                                               leaving behind
                                                               the Crystals of Sorrow



                                                               II
                                                               my tears
                                                               cried dry and gone
                                                               for a love
                                                               that cannot be
                                                               that isn't mine to keep

                                                               a love
                                                               that i must let go



                                                               III
                                                               the hot breeze
                                                               blows again
                                                               the salty streams flow no more
                                                               but the Crystals of Sorrow remain



                                                                                    Margaret Alexandria Yoong
                                                                                    December 12, 2001