Promise Of A Tear Drop

The promise of a teardrop
shape perfected pure
falling from the ground above’s
shattered Golden mirror
the effects of which
not seen nor heard
yet shining like a crown
upward push that’s pulling down
reflected truth was found
precious tin that glitter glances
never glimpsed within
as the breath of bronze blew before
it was taken by the wind
led be cast by hands while hot
a painful little round
and the promise of a teardrop
dried before the ground
Kyle L Andrews 6/23/2019