Grief Etched On Mirage

Dark clouds rise from the blue sea of sorrow Surge in the storm wind onto my eyes’ visage Dissolve to turn into torrents of tear to flow Like the raindrop rills on the face of foliage. Suffused with desolation of molten grief The tear drops glimmer on the eyelash tip Like the raindrops on the edge of lean leaf With soothing solace downward they slip. Wasteland dust of despair tarnishes life pale The new sun rises on dunes of broken heart Consoling rays of hope illumine the tear trail Etching grief on the moving mirage in desert. April 23, 2021 Contest : A Strand (1074)