Tears Upon Fall

...a poem by Harlon Rivers

...tears upon fall

the storm’s pearl gray sky

drips teardrops every way..

here and now

daylight fades,

inch by inch,

south of the puddles left behind..

focusing on the illusion of time

only muddies

the storm’s lucid liquid cries..

a moment overflowing

forms a river of tears

flowing past traces

of what once was now..

ashes turning into dust,

carried away

as the storm’s possession..

crossing muddy waters

without baggage

contemplative thoughts

pondering mind made measures

of time and distance

…yet

the world 

mystically turns

tides ebb and flow

a journey is motion..

once cast afloat awakening

...voyage through the sea of being,

even unchanneled purpose

will always lead to the traces 

of some other storm’s

unambiguous 

puddled shorelines...