Moist flow from my pen

transcends into tears,

lazy streams floating

through sun-lit ice.

Let your skin blush,

fling out

stinging tears,

slip into warm dew,

swim in purity of

salted tears.

Sprinkled dew drops

engraved across

your heart

a cozy damp pocket

blood from my core.

Taste my tears,

soft fingers

to your lips,

trace the scent

of love strolling

through night.

Wrap yourself

in lingering mist,

laughter dipping

in lingering tears.

Weeping rolls deeply,

sky tears of fog

sunset shadows

cleanse soul,

naked and free.

I feel you calling me again. I stay ready for you. I am made by messages from your heart and stored in unseen places. When I wet your eyes I'm accompanied by your blood vessels enlarging around me as they too are powered by your heart (they are my helpmates). I come around when you are very happy, sad, ashamed, hurt or feeling any extreme emotion. Two of my personal favorites are when you love or are humored. You must learn not to be embarrassed by me. Most everyone understands as they too have some of me. I come with warmth, so what does that tell you? I will help you to not go insane. I will help you release the pain. I suffer when you suppress me, that just makes me come out a bit harder next time. I am self love for you. I won't stain your clothes, might get in your nose. Oh and for some, sorry about the make-up.

I'd like to think they say the things I want to hear.

"It's okay, sweetie."

"Crying doesn't make you weak."

"Everyone does it."

"We love you."

But somehow, I know that isn't so.

I'm sure they're anticipating the ride.

Then, when they release,

I swear I can hear it.

A tiny, high-pitched "WEEE!"

The tears she held inside were screaming to be released, choking on the droplets as they swelled up in her eyes. One escaped on the right, then one escaped on the left, then once again, she stopped them with a blink.

Fighting to break through, getting madder by the minute, these little drops of water pushed harder in hopes she'd break. If only she could believe the freedom a release of her tears would create.

Choking the ones that fell into her throat, swallowing them so not to let escape through the opening, their intended destination. Standing tall, not to surrender to her current opponent, she took a deep breath and then exhaled, putting on her armor to shield herself from any further attacks.

All the while, the tears she held inside were getting louder with their screams, setting up a strategical plan to move forward and tear down the wall that kept them barricaded within their broken tomb.

Marching one by one, lining up to take fire, aiming at their target, firing, whoosh.....the tears broke free. Like a tidal wave, the waters raced forward unable to stop, the tears ran with a vengeance down her face. Dropping to her knees, now sobbing, her tears were celebrating, cheering each other on, their victory tasted so sweet.

Fair lady, why do you weep so?

It's night and you should be sleep, though.

Your mind is starting to creep, though,

digging into places so deep, so

you let loose with our torrent -

Others can be so ignorant

is what you're thinking;

they have no idea, no inkling

of the tears you hold black, blinking,

while your emotions are downward sinking.

There, there, our lady fair,

cry it out, get some air,

throw some dishes, if you dare,

then fall into a blank stare,

tucking us back away,

to come again some other day,

another time, we'll return to play,

but we hope not soon, we pray.

Other tears would tell me they were worth more than my piteous troubles.

My tears remind me that they are a part of the human condition.

"Don't damp me out in a tissue, hold me in your hands."

"Don't wipe me off your face, let me stay."

"I am not your shame. I am your humanity."

I would not exist but for the emotions of the human heart

Made to express many layers from the depths of sorrow to the heights of joy

I am kin with royalty, with sages, and with the beggar boy

I dance with unequaled beauty in the eyes of a bride

I am the voice of the broken heart when words cannot be found

I am the outpouring of fullness on the cheek going down

I flood and wash the soul into a fresh new start

Giving a much sought for rest when I am finally spent

A smile breaks through and no one wonders where I went

I am the diamond that glitters a whole lifetime

A currency used by all, through a millennia of years

I am the God given gift called tears

Sweet little girl, tell me your troubles,

Weep over lost dreams,

Let us heal your bruises,

Let us wash away your pain.

Sweet little girl, let us share your joy and your sorrow,

We are your faithful servants,

In happiness and excitement,

In anger and suffering.