Chalk Of Tears Poem by Tajma Hall

you can cause me to speak
what words would you have without me
when the bird sails whispering to the sky
hide and seek among the trees
dancing choo-choo train on the leaves
would you catch me in flight
wipe the tears streaming my eyes
waiting for a reply
you are spirited
why bark at the moon
if you would hand me that knife
I'd carve a frame, pray you best wishes
be on for the night
never bother with good-bye
whistling on past the leaves lasso the wings of departs
having no other part of words, spoken less
proving more of a point to say many things
I rest myself by the fire caught on words
as some are caught I am slightly warm in this drift
alarmed but not cross you rest far away from me
but each tear is warmed by your thoughts