Tears

Tears brewing at the corner of the eyes
Preparing to let go and cry,
Emotions brewing in the center of the heart
Waiting to let go and depart,
Yet all abreast
Alas.....................

Tears
What kind of tales and story they carry?
Scary, kinky, moody, happy,
All sorts of everything can be entangled in them all
They tell much, and indeed much more,
Yet it will all be only speculation
When the ultimate true is not in confession.

Tiny trickles of tears filling the cracks of the heart
Overflowed to the cheeks as they parted,
Glistering eyes, silent aches
Beating heart, war wages,
Tears, what do they say?
Along the path, what do they pave?

Quietly, wipe those tears away
Silently, pray,
Slowly, let it all go to pass
Praying hard, this will not last,
Tears like rain, come and go
Like river, flow.

Carve the stories with tears
With little to be said, it is the only gesture that needs not fear,
So transparent, nothing is ever vivid
So fluid, nothing is ever so rigid,
And as Xmas cheers and spirit comes nigh
Pray and have a good night,
That tomorrow comes, something brand new
Who knows, perhaps one wished if only one knew,
What tomorrow may brings
Then it is nothing,
Even tears will fail to tell any story
Not even can create a memory worthy,
Tears ..... O tears
Tears so dear.