They fall unknown by you from your eyes,
Those beautiful brown orbs are now
Watery, rimmed with sadness, a tiredness
And exasperation that is being washed
Away by sorrowful tears.
They are perfect little droplets, falling
For imperfect reason, hurt transformed
Into being. Sweet salty tears, rolling away
From the pain, sometimes the release is
Needed, it is better to let go than hold on.
They are crystal, diamond drops of emotion,
Rawness straight from your soul, for what
Are eyes but the window to the soul?
They come from deep within, too primal to
Be repressed, to many to be kept in.
Let the river flow,
Let the tears go.