Teardrop

A Poem Written 07/15/2006

Teardrop
07/15/2006
by David C. Roberson

There was a teardrop singing,
Swinging from your bottom lash,
Stretching toward your chin.

Inaudible to us,
But clearly heard
By spirits in the wind.

Like a waterfall sounds
Untethered, wild while falling
Into sea,

So did the saline songstress
When the spirits
Set her free.