The Journey of a Tear

It often trickles slowly, timid and shy From the inner eyelid of a song Or down the cheek of a distant mountain A sunset rising beyond the hill, or moonlight on the window sill A rose in bloom…a drop of dew…so tiny, sweet and beautiful It fills a cup with voiceless wonder, and deep affection It languishes softly…with wild abandonment And will not be tamed But, another kind is rooted deep Buried where the light can’t reach The anguish of the world falls on it’s cheek It dwells beside the hopeless shore Until thundering waves can't be ignored The first single tear drifts down the walls Into the shadowy tide of a river, longing Bleeding old wounds, through all the old hurts Looking for a place to hide The sky above the earth will darken Behind a leaden, lumpy cloud bank Now the day has puckered up a bottom lip Round spattering tears are warm Prelude to the storm The day will weep Until it falls asleep ..................... For the One Silver Tear Contest: 7/26/12