THE TEAR
A tear appears, crystal clear.
A pearl, proud and resplendent.
It hesitates, it quivers, waits,
Upon no-one is such a phenomena dependent.
The eyelid flickers, the tear pirouettes,
Its equilibrium momentarily in doubt.
With delberation, avid anticipation,
It transcends before it trickles out.
Slowly cascading, quietly masquerading,
A tear, born out of sadness
Rolls down one's cheek, superb, unique,
Transgressing evil into gladness.
As it touches the ground, it pauses, looks round,
A tear with culture and class.
As night turns to day the tear fades away
Conveying memories from the present to the past.
Copyright Albert Davenport 1993