Your Tears

Your tears sit on your cheeks,

pearls of inestimable value,

glittering sorrow diamonds

welling from a grief brutally honest

in its simplicity.

I see the beauty in its expression,

in the way each runs to its fellow

in its course to the forever sea.

There,

each drop finds a mate,

and runs free and true and wild,

restless waves lit by

the seafaring sun,

soothing distant shores

with its ancient lullaby.