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.
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