Tears

You are saline messengers of unspoken emotions.
Perfectly self-contained within a transparent
droplet. Customized for every occasion.
In haste you exit, finding a place of rest and
solace in the company of loved ones or empathetic
strangers. Absorbed by a brand-name or
discreetly veiled behind a hand.
Sometimes you fall silently. More often
accompanied by a low moan or heaving
sobs. In your wake, reddened windows
and a streaked visage. Yes, we all know
you were here.

Liquid salt, what an enigma you are

At times I bid you come, please come. And offer

at least some temporary relief, for pain fresh
and new. Yet I fail to summon you.
But today you trickle steady and true and
I could fill an ocean with you. A slow constant

stream through the rhythm of the day.
So do your work of deep cleansing and healing
in this, my sorry soul. And flow until you enter the
distant city, my Heavenly Home, where there is
no sea. Then finally "A Mighty Hand"  will

wipe every last one of you...away.