The Day I Left the Soup

The day I left the soup a tear begat my eye pictures of streams, meadows, and fairy tales somehow vanished from a bright daydream sky emptiness tugged heartstrings in my holy grail The spirits poured a sour sauvignon blanc tune spilt out from closed chambers of a silent room rags on the floor wipe away at an ugly buffoon closing another chapter away in an ancient tomb Sunset smiles for one final curtain call then flies dreams darken, fairy dust is dropped and all is lost promises all have floated away with the butterflies and the Easter lilies have all given way to the frost The day I left the soup a tear begat my eye My dear friends it is so hard to say goodbye 03/21/2016