A solitary teardrop
fell from her lovely chin,
and, light as any raindrop,
brushed against her skin.
But its solitary weight
brought a mighty Castle down,
a Castle made of dreams
with a King and golden crown.
Its falling shattered dreams,
and battered a loving trust;
it tarnished golden memories,
and reverted love to lust.
The tear was but the first
of many more to fall,
a lie and broken trust
was the cause behind it all.
No raging Hurricane,
or storms that all men fear
could represent more harm
than that solitary tear.
Ron Cole
April 2008 |