don't cry

Don’t cry
Over a cup of spilt milk.
Don’t cry
Whatever you see or you think –
It is just words,
Whenever you start to write down.
It is just worms
In the body of earth and the town.
It’s just a timer you face
When a microwave sings,
It’s just a tear
And a teardrop, when you suddenly blink.

I told you I was a warrior,
But I couldn’t explain
Where all it goes:
Death to soil, love to love, pain to pain –
Death to love; pain to love, soil to pain.

If you breathe you will grieve, it’s a law,
It’s an order of things. And if death is a bird,
It’s not raven, as you may just think –
It’s a colibri, little and flowless,
Just sipping your time.
If “in vino veritas”, we may be up for a vine
To explain. To explore. To forgive.
To accept – pain to love.
And a hummingbird
Gives us a smile
From the greatest above.