2009-12-04

A tear

You see her shining eyes; you see the sparks, you see the fire; you dry her tears. You smell the scent of her body; you feel the softness of her skin. You touch her lips; you hear her voice.

She is your world. She is your life. She is everything you wish and care for.

You sit beside the fire, your arms wrapped around her. In your eyes the flames dance like thousands mayflies.

You are a dream and a tear in the eyes of a ghost.