Leaking Pen

(Wellington, New Zealand)

Lover’s Tears


Where to discover a cloud cover of cascading raindrops?
How can a stranger be familiar with the unknown?
When was it the last time we met?
When was it the last time I wept?
Lover’s tears like baby tears flow uninterrupted from restrain
I am not fit to benefit from their wit
Or their schematic yearning skit!

Was it by accident, many years ago?
By Providence we almost met!
Mistakenly they almost knocked on the desert doors
But.... surely like absent clouds in a sure drought
They knew in their heart of hearts, of promises never kept
These verses are the wrong doors
Nailed shut to my scorched barren floors!


Barely- barely they touched my skirt
Our marked breath never did meet
Heaven’s serenity and hell’s fury do not mix
They realized the black plague signs on my doors
Where the ultimate thirst resides,
All sorrow’s trend
Grief trail has no end

Saved by intuition from fruition
They avoided the sand dunes fortifications
Deity guided their footsteps
From the clay of dismay, where cracks creped
Towards the jaws of unquenchable thirst
Rain drops, lover’s tears, heaven’s gifts
Shelter in the underground river shifts

Sunday March 31,2013
Copyright Leaking Pen 2013

Submitted: Thursday, April 11, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, October 08, 2013

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