Till the tears flow

Being moved by the sights and sounds

I woke with the breath of beauty on my face

the yellow-black shadows in my room

belying what exists in reality

I close my eyes and 

take a deep breath and as I slowly release it

Once more like every morning

I go to the land I inhabit secretly

lush green rolling plains

snow capped mountains around it

flowers bending the trees and yet more

fruits

The early morning dew on the tips of the leaves just about to slide

I kiss the leaves, I kiss the flowers and 

dont ask me if it was the dew that fell

or my tears