Your Tears

There in your gaze your anger steams past swollen cherry lids and your confusion is lost in your glazed stare. The beauty of your dreams now disappears. You cry, and the pain seems washed away. The tears stream, welcome, dripping from your softly rounded chin cleansing you of the ache of memories that remain. Again they come but now from gleaming, smiling eyes. Before him you stand in flowing white, hand in hand, the words come easily as he gently brushes your cheek. You taste the sea with each tear that escapes, past his warm touch, caressing the corners of your upturned lips. Once more you lay bare your emotional disarray as first she, and then he, are laid to sleep in their final bed. So profusely you mourn them, as if life stopped when they went away. So many tears you cried day after long, lonely day as the streams became rivers in your grief-filled dismay. Time passes as wonder and joy fill you, one... two... gentle drops Christen her forehead and you gently wipe each one away. The weariness and pain pushed aside by each sweet tear for the beautiful life lying in your arms, clutched with care in your swaddling embrace. So tightly you hold her as if you fear she'll disappear. Even when the sky is dark and tears of rain fall heavy upon you heaven's rainbow yet smiles. Each teardrop you weep cajoles and comforts you, convincing you that all will be well. They help you to accept the pain you have felt. They remind you of your happiness and that beauty is not but a dream. I envy your every tear for some of us are not allowed to cry. 06/23/2018