angel tears

Are impossibly large,
big enough
one could fill a stream.
Early morning, mourning dew drops
clutching at your heart,
rolling down firey red cheeks
that just kissed lips and laughed

Fall from eyelids tightly closed,
lashes dripping,
glistening in the high noon sunlight
of the days’ emotional
motion of a childhood dream.

stream past lips that puff with sadness
tremble in their cry
mouth wide open
frown lines form on this angel,
angel of mine.