But then, then when …
Oh my, oh my ….. Oh my precious skies–when She cries.
These, these two, this pair of eyes. These E-Y-E’s.
When she cries, she calls my – my eyes into a rainstorm, how can they stay desert dry when ‘her’ is pouring..
… when she cries.
These eyes are more doors than windows
Oh my. — when she, when she cries.
These cries become this season, they fall upon this season.
She’s in this fall, this season.
She’s in.
This ocean, it is falling.
When she cries.
Salt water, the ocean, that sea.
That is she– she breaks you with these, these tears. She’s here.
She is here.
Give her your hand, your shoulder -and -your head to lay abreast on, to lay and rest on, let you be what she will lean on..
See that she will be on.
See that she -is on.
See -what she is.
She is a well. That well. Oh
A reserve, a source-she’s yours. So… When those tears well – up, when they gush, my gosh you better not neglect her… For she is.
Surely. Your belief –so believe.
Assuage her tenderness,
Reduce, let loose,
Release her tender — send her stress away. stress is —– for another day.
It’s for another. It’s for a time past.
She is all that.
all – it’s all All
-you
want to do.
It’s All…. It. Is all. It is all You want to do.
It is…
Not a clue as to what to do.
Clue- less
You guessed it- all.
The only thing –even then when her tears
Wondered where the call was.
Well, I wonder what to call us.
When she smiles the beam is as bright as the ceiling light, as delight- ful as the fan… I’m cool as the fan…
I’ll run like I ran for an autograph and…
Find that that sign ….
–that signature.
That script that you’re —
Scrawling.
Direct her bawling.
Connect her to lavender ..
Scat with her until the tears leave..
Let it be..
Anyway I’m on my way.. I’m gone today I’ll be back on another, back on ——- another, back on another.
But …. when she cries…
Even gloss that gets tossed up on her eye, when she cries. … The reflection when —it bounces back at you.
That. …— that — You grab. Gravitate to the great that she made and alleviate
.. Her pain.
Absorb her fall.
The sword you call—
those drops to a halt Is
the pointer finger you cut through the drop of dew she left you to
ease those eyes upon.
Now she hides up – on The top –the tip of your ..
Your pointer
Feeler, it felt her — her sorrow but swiped it from cheek.
Now … if a spate of sea formed and flew… Down the Forest of beauty that you’ve been lost in… Then .. begin to hold that face –in a space -between chest and shoulder.
For…. Always, for always more.
Hold her, always.
Always ..
Just to glance at…
That …
That – tear
When she cries.. A chance that…
A chance-possibility, a maybe that may make that evidence fade…
A chance to chase that sad from that face… A chance that we can -replace..
That
Tear a hope that it will.
go
A cry that it might, that it may,
that it will —disappear it is all that you can dream. So you scrounge around for.. A bit more. More hope… More supplies. More tools — more .. Is what you’re fighting for.
All emotion in all creation..
Is falling as her tear(s).
Her dear — heart,
Her sweet… Her soul.
Her cries
They call all of you back..
She calls — you back.
To a state of return.
She’s -great- when you turn.
She is this fall so you turn.
You turn to see how — how —
one could be–
This season. She is the season.
This season
When.
She cries.
But when… She cries.
But
No.
when…
When she cries a sadness sets in.
When..
But no. when….
What then.
But when…
