Stream of Consciousness

Lyrical words for a rainy morning.

 

Alone, in the darkness, her silent tears slip; only the stars listen.

Far, far away, on the other side of time, someone catches and collects her tears. He tucks the vial to his heart and waits till the moon rises, ripe in an inky sky. Standing atop a grassy knoll, he uncorks the tears and tosses them heavenward. Momentarily, the sky flickers with light. Shimmering, the released tears scatter to earth as rain.