Friday, April 21, 2006

tears

tears touch my cheek
when in pure light
faeries might instead

salty tears
wash away my pangs
remorse
regret
loss

life brings tears
to you
and me
there must be a purpose

now shed
they dry
eyes red
cheeks crusty

the storm now passed
with only memories
left in the wake
of tears

4 comments:

grace said...

Bob, it's almost like you wrote this for me. It's beautiful.

Bob Collier said...

I wrote it for all of us.

Troy said...

Dude, you need to publish.

Bob Collier said...

I like that idea!