hush

comfort me with just a look,
harsh or smily,
will you go down or break a laughter,
with the crack of dawn,
with the haughty look in the sky,
with the urge you proclaim,
better grab the dew and stick to my eyes,
it may be another form of tear,
not shade but yet to flaw,
words without a sense,
humour do we call it,
consideration do we say,
forms of action,
I know some sooth the soul,
some break a tear,
in silence.