Imelda May... Whispers In Black Tears Poem by P A Noushad ...

The quiet storm of heartbreak sighs,
In black tears falling from twilight eyes.
Your song — a shadowed lullaby —
Touches where thought and soul lie.

It drifts through chambers of my mind,
Where certainty is none to find.
Uncertainty, life's sacred thread,
Weaves truth through all we've done and said.

Your voice, a candle in the mist,
Burns in places sorrow kissed.
A stream of sadness, soft and deep,
Wakes the aching heart from sleep.

O Imelda, as your melody flows,
I feel what only silence knows.
Not just notes, but life you sing,
Of loss, of love, of everything.

And even as I seek life's aim,
Your song returns — a holy flame.
It asks no answers, claims no fate,
But opens doors I thought too late.

So let it echo where I roam,
This music carved in blood and bone.
A sacred wound, a haunting grace —
Black tears upon my soul's own face.