Like Little Liquid Mirrors. Poem by Mark J Fenton

As my heart grows dark and rich with sadness,
so too does the sky blacken with a fearful and
stormy countenance. Both sky and heart battle
as the clouds above to earthly cheeks, rain tears.

All light diffused and darkened, all sounds
increased in volume. Dark and loud do
tears down tumble.

Like little liquid mirrors the teardrops sit
so sadly on our daughter’s funeral letter, and
there's a thousand little me's in their reflections crying.
A thousand little me's despondent and regretting.
A thousand little me's in tiny useless gestures, wishing...

So falls the rain of life.