Drawing little tears
I trace around lines
small oval shaped drops
I cut away from your eyes
pasting them in a scrapbook
for the hurting to see
Inviting all to look
how sorrow is set free
tear out the paper
fold into a plane
crease down the corners
and fly away the pain

I fear annihilation
yet still I travel on

yearning and time turning
the goal perhaps anon.

beware, they say, the quiet man
who watches at dusk and dawn

words that strike like lightning
karma chameleon

Nurture by nature
Her wings were once broken
How lovely it is to be able to fly