Before the droplets let out a sigh from the Bottom lids of my eyes
Before the drops turn to summersaults Down my cheeks
Meeting there lover at my chin
Before letting them even begin to make Gittler attract attention
I lift my eyes to the stars
I feel the tears stop
Change direction
Now my throat a slip and slide for my emotions
The emotions I can not yet let the world see
Now my eyes can keep watching
My ears listening
With no stop and stare at me
Z.H.
