I am a single tear.
a Lilly of the valley.
I am a blood stained flower, in the light of a full moon.
I am an emotion
And full of meaning.
And I am not.
And I have not.
I breath and live through words of print,
I breath and live through you.
Though should there come the slightest gust of wind
I will leave on the breeze which I came.
For I am only a fleeting emotion to a creative mind.
A poem with no name.