Explaining a Tear
I capture moments
like raindrops in a barrel
but they don't fall as often,
nor gather as quickly.
Little things, that most discard
like the first kiss
with your dream angel
the tender sighs
within passion.
These are things I never forget.
The first real love
In a cruel world.
Things like teardrops
After joy,
I gather these treasures
And hide them in my heart.
My cup, my soul, once so empty
Now, almost always overflowing
And I cry,
For I've lost the moment.
Why do I gather these sparkles in Time?
Because one day,
If I have enough moments
Then the memories will become
More real,
Than the scattered drops
Of raindrop moments
That fall down my cheek.
Explaining a Tear©
