If I was to die
and come back as one of your tears...
I would be created from within your eyes
My life would consist of...
feeling my way down your face
There would be no fear
and I would be so very near
All that would be known to me
is the wetness of my self...
the touch of your skin...
and gravity working me downward
And when that life was to cease...
your hand would gently rub me from existence
and all time would stop
For to be a tear from an angel...
is to be...
as next to God as I can comprehend
- anonymous
- - - words whispered to me on a silver- lined night...
They floated to me on stardust dreams...
touched me and gave me a star for my wishes..
and are ones that I will carry
in my soul....always- - -
- katania
09-11-98
