Tears

Transparent teardrop that trickles down thy cheek

followed by another,  if you could

what would you speak?

 

Transparent teardrop trickles down thy face

followed by another its path

it tries to trace

 

Could you tell me why you fall

upon skin so young and fair?

droplets of silent emotion

is there too much pain to bear?

 

Or perhaps that it is laughter

that brings you upon fair cheek

laughter welled from inside

it is from happiness you peek?

 

We can look upon the face for signs

as to the reason you have come

so transparent teardrop

are you here from a smile or a frown?

 

We cannot read you, we only see you flow

are you here from pain or joy

the answer we do not know

 

Written whilst sitting in my car at lunch-time.