When Christy Gets Misty

When Christy cries, the birds stop chirping, When tears flow from her eyes, the rain stops, for it she is usurping The very power of nature... With her deep, deep emotion, More powerful than the tidal surge of a seismic excited ocean Christy and I talk, through poetry's strong power be it humorous or dour... We've both walked the same sad halls of life and love's many pratfalls We've never met, and likely never will but through words that we exchange we struggle to ascend life's cragged hill