A single teardrop falling

A single teardrop falling out the window I will call your name tracing my fingers down the pain I find you, and I’m falling An eruption flowing From my eyes Beginning at my heart My core is bleeding Crimson tears for you And nothing else that I can do Will stop the thoughts that circle In my brain And with disdain will some Be stricken dumb By words I’ve never spoken To you And brokenly, I cry your name And yet, the sky Remains the same No thunderbolts are flung my way, But neither pearly gates Fools rush in, but fools can wait, resign themselves to live by fate by every fickle god’s decree, I row upon your endless sea And, lovesick, sink In misery. Mark Burton Friday, January 20, 2006, 12:26 A.M.