They fall, cascading down your cheeks
When you are happy and sad.
The fulfillment of a true miracle
Or the loss of that miracle
Breaks the peace of serene eyes.
Pinches, pokes, and lashes across
Your ego erupt in a bout of saline
Damp pillowcases next to burnt out
Candles of loved ones
Collect in lakes that run rivers
From wax and cotton.
Alone, cold, and without
Another soul to connect
Elicits a monsoon of fear
That burns the heart
Shinning jewels of emotion
Fits of joy
Pains of loss
Agony of the flesh
Lonely sorrows all called