Crystal Tears
 
Tree
Branches
Hung over
The meadow,
Like jagged
Claws against
The fading
Afternoon.
 
Oak
Trees,
Shedding
Leaves,
Catching
Spirits in
The wind.
 
Then
You whispered
To me my son;
In the fading
Afternoon.
 
Whispering
Picnics in
The park,
Of children
Playing on
The sand;of
Hopscotch
With the
Children on
A Sunday
Afternoon.
 
With the
Aroma of
Clove,Garlic
Infused
Roast beef
Wafting over
And capturing
These golden
Moments of
Domestic
Joy;mingling
Forever with
This fragrant
Afternoon,
Pressed
Between
The pages
Of my soul.
 
Like some
Dried pressed
Violets or
Geraniums,
Preserved
Forever
In a book
 
 
Amongst
The tendriled
Curling wisps
Of incense
And the
Droning
Voices:I'm
Lost,lost in
The curling
Crumpled
Memories
Of you
And I.
 
Then as
The trees,
Shed their
Leaves,
Crumpling
And curling
On the
Ground;
Catching
Spirits in
The wind.
 
You whispered
To me my son,
In the fading
Afternoon.
 
With the
Tree branches
Hanging over
The meadow,
Like jagged
Claws against
The melancholy
Sky:heaven
Weeping crystal
Tears of joy
For you.
 

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With a digital drawing from Nikos Laios