A Tear Drop or a Cascade

Water, those that fall with sounds
of pearls falling on ceramics
or a resounding ping
on empty tin sink
they are like tear drops
of a mourning widow

falling off the canopy
of wide green leaves
they like little tailed jelly fish
fall to the grass below
and sink to the earth
with soft sighing splashes

I with my love dance with misery
feel them course down wrinkled cheeks
thinking of lost opportunities and loves
and those that repose under the ground
allowing the rivulets of tears
to ease the pain of old regrets

they are the same rain water and tears
falling liquid crystals
with purpose of their own.


*this poem was entered in a competition here. thank you for reading*