Ah, there's a color
Of the first tear felt on my cheek
When it was too late
And I was just too weak
To catch her as she wrapped sunset
Around her color of gold
And there was she gone
And in an instant I became old
Then another tearful color came
As love of a different kind showed
In love's dictionary undefined
But to society owed
A new hybrid colored tear appeared
With my first baby born
How can joy release sorrow
An in the midst of the tear's prism be torn?
Then the color of crystal water clear
Came as I lost the spread out falcon's wings
And the falls that provide permanence
The greenery that surrounds all things
A paradise I knew I had
Yet was too cheap to admit it
Once a father that I rarely called Dad
Yet who saw me as a safe bet, smiling "You did it."
Now tears stream with the color of moonlight
As they reflect stars, some to come, some gone
All things reflect fears that trigger tears
Trust their color. They're better than none.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Marvelous....Loved the thought.