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.