Kiss The Teardrops

The breeze softly grazes my face
tickling my cheek, I lick my lips,
the dryness is erased.

Your soul is free, mine is entrapped.
chills run down my spine
as I drift into memories, missing you,
acheing to feel your touch.
You are beyond my reach,
but yet sometimes I feel you.

All I can do is let the angels kiss
the teardrops and wait until the day
when I am with you again and
God kisses all teardrops away.

Colleen Smith