There’s a myriad <br />Of poems to be written <br />About the entrancing mystery <br />Of a lovely girl’s lonely eyes, <br />The delicate sweet sadness <br />They softly reflect <br />In a streetlight’s sympathetic glare <br />Off a busted sidewalk’s <br />Rainy teardropp puddle. <br /> <br />I’m the harmless and meaningless poet <br />Of golden bracelets and vanished dreams, <br />The melancholy chronicler of feminine wrists <br />He can no longer kiss. <br /> <br />Certain milk-white shoulders <br />Just within reach <br />Look like home <br />And the perfect place to cry <br />Like the Patriarch Joseph <br />When he fell into the arms of Benjamin and wept <br />After revealing to Benjamin <br />He was his long lost older brother.<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-perfect-place-to-cry/
