I heard a teardrop fall
and in my mind
I traced its line
downward on the face it traveled
like a thread of life unraveled
before it landed
on the floor.

I heard a teardrop fall
and in my mind
I saw how it could be.
A vision set free
Only one thought emerged:
‘I wish I could be there’.

That day I gave way
to a boy that rode his bike
He smiled as if to say
‘Your heart will serve you right.’

There’s a place, a space, a time
and this has only just begun.
The ocean deep, the ocean wide
but one day I’ll feel the sun.

Obscured from sight,
just below the surface,
there’s a growing light
and an eternal furnace.

I heard a teardrop fall
and in my heart
I felt the truth
that ties me to the quest
from past to east and future to west,
to find the peaceful eye
inside every storm.

I heard a teardrop fall
and in my heart
I felt the sorrow
that comes along with choice.
With a world to rejoice,
the only thing still missing,
is I am not really there.

©2014, Myriam Heffels