A Tear - Poem by Patti Masterman
A tear is just a prism for the light;
A sigh is just a bit of saved delight;
A yawn is just a muffled sign of sleep;
A sneeze, a burst of secret that we keep.
The tear is self, as it's own conscience wakened.
The sigh's the sudden thirst, that never slakened.
The yawn is when our psyche takes a breath.
The sneeze the secret, that we've put to death.
Your tears bore holes in light, to make things seen:
Your sighs can fill me, with your radiant sea:
Your yawns transport me, to your hidden dream:
Your sneeze, the secret soul of body's being.
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