A tear claps at sad magnolias,
Daffodils, primroses and lilacs in this garden,
Hurling a tender hurt heart,
To a sure precipitation of anguish.
A tear cleaves on a tempered desire,
That was stilled in antiquity,
That belonged to a vanguard of stolen dreams,
Obscuring a certain sunshine.
A tear spurs an ornate wish,
Quipping a too willing want.
A tear jibes,
The vestiges of the night,
While its memories lingers on.
Refuse to wane,
But instead muster true strength,
Blustering at melancholic wiles.
Breezes a sweet wisp of happiness to these nostrils.
Extricates familiar tenderness from a dreary existence.
An affectionate kiss from the stars,
Hints at a poised paradise,
That never recedes nor cedes.
Three cheers bring a happy tear on her face.
© Copyright 2012 Ayoub Mzee