Tears of Gold

A girl with dark skin stands alone and cries tears of gold.

At night, with moonlight flooding 

The dark skin of her face

with beautiful blue light.

 The water lay still around her feet,

The fountain at the heart of Barcelona

Oddly silent.

Her lips parted as she breathed,

softly and entangled in memories.

Her eyes were the light.

They lit up gold.

Reflecting off of the liquid gold,

Spilling from her eyes.

Reviews

[Phill Oz O'fee]

I think I saw this girl once; waiting in anticipation for her lover to join her - beautifully created write and lovely read! I see it was 2017; sorry I didn't get around to reviewing sooner ... :-)

[Hope]

A beautiful poem, Mel!
The imagery is great:)
I enjoyed!

[Mel Jayne]

I'm glad you liked it!

[Hope]

My pleasure

[Rubein Geterminah]

There are reasons for every tears we share.
They do run down our cheeks because of our inexpressiveness. Such the case of the character in this beauteous artwork.

[Mel Jayne]

Interesting take

[Rubein Geterminah]

Welcome dear