Dressed In Crystal Tears Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Tender thoughts held captive by musical notes, floating through
the air, magically alighting on a flock of birds in flight.

Flapping their wings as if touching ivory keys of the piano I
hear on my Walkman, so characteristic of Chopin, so true to life,
his music remains to me.

Talented forethoughts brought about, ringing laughter, crying
tears of sadness, spent in separate atmospheres of each
individual who hears and feels it deep within their hearts.

Slowly ebbing, carrying tides of sorrow, sweeping across immense
deserts dressed in crystal tears.

Continually feeling sorrowful, lost in saddened thoughts, no
hopes of a tomorrow bound in ribbon or lace.

There is no room for anything when sadness appears, collecting
it's devastating hardware to use against the self inside.

Bruising, cutting, falling down, no more sight of birds, except
in quaint memories left residing along paths of life, to be
picked up on wayward journeys.