tears

Tears fall
like memories
disappearing
Don't cry
more
than you
have to
Our lives
are this
and
nothing
more
Letting go
Letting go
Let go

On Tears

It cannot be said
we cry for no reason
All tears have their
own reason

On Tears

Tears are natural
Perhaps the most natural of things
To be produced by us
In the course of our lives

Tears shed by a wounded body
Or heart or perhaps
A dawn too beautiful
To be believed

The tears shed by a child
Before learning to speak
Are the most pure of all tears
In the known world

I am trying to remember the last
Time I cried big pouring
Tears from my eyes down to
My chin and onto the ground

Salted tears cannot help be
That way My niece was crying
And her tears were flowing and
Her face was as red as her cries

The anguish of pain
We do anything to relieve it
Within ourselves and those
Closest to us

Tears are not flowing from me now
They will given enough time
I will have no choice other than
To let them fall

Tear a whole into the sky

and let the tears

rain down

                   from heaven

Cold Tears, Warm Blood

Tears Are Salty Like The Ocean

It looked like us

sitting in the sand

because we were

We both wanted

our feet to touch

the ocean

Your eyes began

to leak drops

of salted water

so I held you

as best I could

Soon the drops

stopped Our feet

edged over rocks

trying not to slip

A bracing shock

of cold covered

every toe

Standing on the

large flat rock

we looked out

our feet in water

boats nearby

a horizon to reach

Tears

Bows move across strings

Soul swelling with crescendos

Salted water moves

Maisy

She could not bring herself to cry
when she thought about
the last few months
and everything that happened.

The lamp next to the chair
was on. It was 11p.m.
She sat down and kicked off
her shoes, it startled the cat.

Maisy leaped into her lap,
circled, and nuzzled her.
She took the rings off
of her hand and set them

at the base of the lamp.
She brought her hand
softly onto Maisy's fur.
Her lungs expanded

as she inhaled deeply,
and paused before letting
the breath out. She repeated
this until her eyes began

to tear at the corners.
The drops hesitated before
allowing themselves to descend,
one by one, they became

a steady river. Maisy waited,
knowing the moment would pass,
knowing a deeper truth
that no purr could ever convey.