Tears

 

my heart shed tears

clear yet warm

pure with no malice

free and imprisoned

no need to reason

no need for reason

one

            four

                        seven

                                      nine

the number so long now

tears need no reason

only a sense

only a sound

for them to begin

from deep within

the source unknown

 

My darling, just this once,

shall we not dance this way?

Author's Note

I've been told that people do not understand the numbers. Do you? Any critique beyond, "that's nice, dear," would be welcome!

Reviews

[Rambling Prose]

I love the progression of this piece. As the mind's eye travels on this journey through time, encountering one difficult heart wrenching encounter after another. I am of the impression that the numbers represent these ordeals and they're occurring at a quickened pace. Hence, the number increasing by threes, until finally, the divide is so vast that the tears just come - no need for reasons...

Just my thoughts and I'm probably way out in left field, but that's par for the course with me...lol