They tried to capture it – my tear
The myth was if you caught one tear of a star you could rule the world.
But they got it wrong.
If you managed to get me, a star , upset I would not cry there would be natural disasters
The world would vomit its dead, storms would come in like a tide, the waves would get bigger drowning more people in waves of concrete.
If by chance you touched one tear of mine you would scream in torment.
For though nothing has happened it feels as if your entire body has been dropped into a vat of caustic acid.
Only one could manage a tear – my lover.
Loving arms wrapped around me would calm the waves, put out the fires, stay disaster.
His reassuring voice would put an ice cap on this inferno
As he laid me upon a green/ blue pasture in the universe as he brushed my hair,
I would be sated.
But that time has yet to come.
If by chance you meet this man
send him toward the end of the celestial grove.
For the hour grows late and my patience with humanity is waning
ire and mercury rises.
penned in moon dust 