To Feel

They appear in utter sadness, or if there is something in our eye they stream our sudden feelings, but it's okay, we all do cry We hold them close, or set them free when times are good, or misery To float, to fly, to wonder high in Paris by the Louvre in arms, in eyes, in painted pose where pain was once removed Shan't be streams leave Autumn's door the silver shines alone a touch, too sweet for memory in dreams you are at home Discretion sits still satin falls a whisper gently heeds her call