Tears Rolling Down

Open notebook Closed mind A poet's crime- Devoid of rhyme! Sinister tale A fear that ails And cripples me... She would love To have my name- I know her well She persists- But has she changed To someone else Who is melting down On my desk As a simple thought In other word, A shadow woman Without a form? Like an answer Captured first in my mind And then on my tongue And as a result, My fingers go slowly Down to a blank sheet Translating this tragedy Into another sad love poem... ©All Rights Reserved-2009