The tears have come so oft
that I can feel their presence in their absence.
Their bodyless shape is indented on my cheeks,
a perfect trail from my heart
to my eyes.

Even when my eyes are dry and cold
they run with the wet and hot tears
of my gladly saddened heart.

These blind tears have seen a lot,
from the death and parting of a loved one
to the birth and gain of another.
From mornings in paradise
to nightly terrors in hell.
When the angels sing in light,
these tears rejoice
and when the demons come to consume in dark,
these tears mourn.  
When the sun doesn't shine and
the snow doesn't let up,
these tears feel the pain.
When the wind blows
and the light shines,
these tears feel the joy.

These tears have come so oft
that I can feel absence in their presence.
Their bodyless shape is indented on my cheeks,
a perfect trail from my eyes
to my heart.