It was just the one tear
In the many streaks of mascara
Which struck her… wrong
The tear was wrong
The conditions were wrong
Her love was wrong
He was wrong
Her life… was wrong
The tear was wrong
The conditions were wrong
Her love was wrong
He was wrong
Her life… was wrong
Insights and memories and loved ones come
But cannot fill the emptiness
A loss of self
Nearly as profound
As the loss of another
Unsaturated pastels
Hushed details
Settled sea
Slumbering land
Quiet calm
Which alters my idea
Of beauty
Which alters my idea
Of love
And so
My capacity
For compassion
Grows
I flow through lives
Passion and presence
Broken love
Leaving trails
It has been a wonderful day of giving, receiving, drinking and eating, but most of all… loving.
Peace and love be with you all.
xoxo ❤
I sink into my rage
All I need
Is to open my eyes
Remembering
That by “eyes”
I mean heart