by Anton Martin Smith antonmartinsmithwrites@gmail.com or martinantonsmith@gmail.com

When you see or hear something sorrowful,

And a tear forms and rolls down your cheek,

            It always carries more weight –

                than the thought itself. 

      The proof is the element of surprise.

      That a tear is rolling down your cheek. 

So there must be ‘another you’ deep inside – 

    That knows everything and feels it more, 

 But hides itself for your day-to-day survival. 

         The Truth’s outline is only hinted at 

       in a few salty droplets once in a while. 

                This is all understandable. 

     We are Earth-trapped in minutiae of life.

And Love is sometimes too dangerous a thing.