Nightly

Nightly

A teardrop falls silently
but lands in my heart with a thud
it wakes me from a deep slumber
where I dream happily
in the dark my hands search for you
but the space beside me is empty
there is no curled up warmth
your rhythmic breathing is silenced, by absence
and in that void, my sobs, too loud
As sunlight infuses the darkness
I see the teardrop again
this time, in my garden
it clings, never giving up
the winter rain leaves it untouched
the winds, only make it dance
the teardrop sparkles before me
a diamond, a jewel, a drop of rain
all precious
it gives me what I need
the hope,
I’ll sleep with love again.

a dawn bird

In response to Word of the Day Challenge: Nightly