The Dregs of Love

The Dregs of Love

 

(An Anniversary Poem)

 

Two cups

Of teardrops

To the brim

 

Were set beneath the sun;

 

And as the day

Passed on in love,

A marriage had begun

 

But when these cups grew empty,

For old tears bejewel the sky,

 

Two loving hands

Took up a toast

 

And passed the evening by

 

New tears were shed,

The cups refreshed,

And they were

Set in place,

 

As truth infused the dregs of love

And love was face-to-face. 

Author's Note

This piece is a part of my revised work, previously posted at WritersCafe.org. It is from a book in which some of the entries are written in prose or poetic prose.