A Tear
A single tear spills over into rivulet
traced by the fearful hand
of life's less gentle spirits.
A pearlescent stream
festooning its prismatic hue
upon cheek downy with love's light.
Do not weep for the weeper
For the tear though borne of sorrow this day
has the deepest blue of love
as its path on cheek and chin.
As this weeper's heart
finds love's blue light
mirrored in the silvered heart
of a
tear.
All rights reserved/copyright Audrey Howitt 2011
traced by the fearful hand
of life's less gentle spirits.
A pearlescent stream
festooning its prismatic hue
upon cheek downy with love's light.
Do not weep for the weeper
For the tear though borne of sorrow this day
has the deepest blue of love
as its path on cheek and chin.
As this weeper's heart
finds love's blue light
mirrored in the silvered heart
of a
tear.
All rights reserved/copyright Audrey Howitt 2011
Do not weep for the weeper..Audrey, I do so love reading your work......
ReplyDeleteThank you Neva!
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful--I see the tear as it travels. :) Cheers!! Jenn.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful poem about a tear and it's path. Pure brilliance.
ReplyDeleteKathy
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