Oh tears
Oh tears From whence you fall? A cloud of love that once was born rained down such a beautiful song, a pitter patter at the front door and passionate thunder roars. Oh tears, Is this what is left of the pink cloud of love that once filled my horizon, which I questioned and misunderstood, even after I heard the pitter patter once more, And I knew the drops would consistently fall? They were always gentle. It never hailed. It never hurt. Loved. Did his love run dry? No. I did not grow. It’s as though the ground was hard, the soil enriched but unyielding, like the fig tree that Jesus cursed, and I remembered my vow never to fall in love again after being hurt. Oh tears, Oh cloudless sky, Pink fluffy clouds gone with butterflies. I blew them away, quietly, consistently, persistently for freedom, for self, for love.