The Cries

in the silence of night,
a candle is burning.
wind softly playing with light,
there in someone is crying.
.
pain unknown to the little,
eyes are moist with tears.
so fragile, so brittle,
shrinking in with unknown fears.
.
every drop counts,
hopping the pain would go.
heart was merely making any sound.
time had stopped to watch the show.
.
the night was serene,
tears never seemed so heavy.
life as if was famine,
emotions then were colorless beauty.
.
little was left inside,
rest all was gone.
pain,that tears couldn't hide,
alas with pain,life was torn.
.
heart counted its beats,
wind too measured her force.
darkness slowly walked,absent strong lights.
and so was set the final course.
.
as the wind blew,
light turned into smoke's thread.
stopped the heart with now moments few.
there it was the end pain,there it was the end.