Gothic-Surrealism

Words of a world, strange though wonderful.

A Tear's Watery Depths

A tear plunges into a lingering puddle;

Formed down your cheek onto my shoulder,

moist from constant tear-stream falls.

 

Dipped into an icy sea;

your flesh; infected in pale tones;

lost all warming blushes.

 

Distinct snowflake in your eye;

steals attention from radiant hue’s;

whether from the hand of Picasso or Monet.

 

That old way about you,

that humor and care, that star-wink

inspiring glow of an angel’s shroud.