A single drop of everything
escaped my wrung out heart.
Then there it was, upon my cheek,
a simple work of art.

I marveled as it crept away;
to trickle, search, and find.
A place where it could be itself,
a higher state of mind.

I sigh then my hopeful wonder
with lips that taste of tears.
The saltiness serves to wake me
and straighten my arrears.

With now lucid eyes I notice
frivolity and fear.
Thoughts then of all my misgivings
see signs that lead me here.

Alone except for all my friends
who listen to me cry.
They light the way for lonely tears
encouraging to try.

As morning kisses-off to night
a different tear is found.
Relief and happiness look on
as wonder trickles down.