As Tears Fall

As soon as tears fall, poetry sings a song,

Body strains the drops and gives them breath,

World stops around: no sound, cheers no long,

Whirlwind insults "la Petit Mort", signs of dearth.

Your bright eyes reveal traces of light

Contempling the tears in the tarnished face ( that ):

Altough may be deformed, shows authentic sights

Of weakness and defeat by frustation and grace.

Sweet young lady, "Liaisons" decorate your beauty-dress

"Broderies" fasten your shining arms.

It is me who dresses you and, within myself, I own your cloth.

But she will fade as mortality re-emerges.

Clothes are now "noir", long black retails of the song.

Silence.

Cold.

Rain.

A bitter drop drains the sad leaf as tears fall!