Like foam upon an ocean’s wave
are tears upon wet cheeks.
Like silent words they enchant us
when mercury-like they speak.
Many man’s mountain may crumble,
wild wars wanderers waylay.
But hold her close as she stumbles
and listen to what her tears say.
True pearls are not made of oysters
no, pearls come only from hearts!
Like beads on silver threads they are
and tell us when loneliness starts.
This is my entry for Thursday Poets Rally Week 51.
I was awarded the Perfect Poet Award for my participation in the Thursday Poets Rally Week 51.