How To Cry

Dear Maiden.
You have scarily dry eyes
Have they hope of being wet?
I can tell by your sighs
That Spring you haven’t met.
Have you
Danced with hurts of loneliness?
Dined with moist fantasy?
Have
Broken promises taught you how to cry?

Dear Maiden.
The corners of a Heart;
far away.
The ray of its light;
Upon the darkest of night
cannot break the dawn.
The roof of a heart;
Too weak.
The thunderous rain; an ache
Upon its ‘solid’ back
Cannot shelter the meek.

Dear Maiden
If you look for tears
Go ask the fond
They will speak
Of how love taught them how to cry.