When Two Teardops Touch Poem by Sheri Green

The stars of Heaven shatter,
falling far and wide;
These tears of heaven scatter,
and in the heart abide;

In the night they travel,
streaking through the sky;
Showing me their fleeting life,
as I quickly see them die;

The dying embers weaken,
drifting upon the wind;
Piercing the veil of shadows,
from the tempest they transcend;

In your eyes I see those stars,
as they fall in tears;
Just like so many I have shed,
throughout the passing years;

Our tears are born of the Heavens,
born of angels, ether, and such;
So how can there be sorrow,
when two such teardrops touch?

Written with Don Everhart