Incarnate Our Tears
Honey teardrops held on the cusp
Of unblinking shards
Of splintered glass
Shimmer under
The day's dying light,
Willing themselves not to fall
To a screaming liquid Death of
Mounted bricks beneath us.
Pillars of crystalline Sorrow
Greet the new day
In a cacophony of
Exploding stars
Shooting across inky shadows
To burn our dimly glowing Sparks
Like a distant diamond's implosion.
A/N: This poem is from Thundercracker's point-of-view. I told myself I'd try out him some more.
