Trail of Tear

TRAIL OF TEAR Clouds rise from the supine sea of sorrow, surge in storm wind to my eyes’ inner visage and melt to make the stream of tear to flow like the frail rain drops on the face of foliage. With the condensed brine of molten grief the tear drop is poised on the eyelash tip, like the raindrop on the edge of leaning leaf it descends gently for it has promises to keep. Down the dry cleft of the distressed cheek it cascades like a slim river of soothing solace. The touch of the serene soul the mind seeks in the flow of tear and in its moist embrace. The barren life is flooded awhile in despair till new sun rises from ruins of broken heart and desiccates the trail of the drop of tear that hides sorrow in the lost river of desert. (Note : Being a non-demonostrative person I was surprised as well as proud to be able to trace the trail of my tear in poetic expression.) September 9, 2018 Contest : Write me an emotion-act Sponsored by : Brenda Chiri