A teardrop falls
Within it
A flood of unspoken words
It carries a history
Bruised from years gone by
Hope
Of moments to come
Each one
Lingers
Whispering the language of my heart
Seduces my soul
Like sweet wine
Raw and open, ripping off the mask
Within each, a poem, a song, a dance
And a blossom unfurls In the shadows
Karen O'Moore November 2013