The light was green
I sat, clutching gear
the cars impatient
the color unclear
I’ve know such sad
thought, and fear
this is different
real and severe
When sadness evolves
alone, without haste
you no longer hide
tears without taste
proof that it’s come
Plateau to new ground
Sadness requires
no face and no crown
No person to know
see quivering chin
sadness matures
to sadness within
finally blossoms
reveals hidden space
colors uncertain
tears without taste
Copyright © 2005 Ezra Vancil
