That sweet breeze
I know you've felt it,
it comes about only during those times,
that particular cool breeze that you feel so much more pronounced for it chills the trails,
those trails left by drops they trickle, they run, they drip,
they find their way to the little windows of your soul, and they collect,
they swell they shine they overflow
like an uncontrollable salty dam.
And then it breaks
you bleed but not red
they spill over from soaked eyelashes, they glide over your face and you taste the salt in  your lips,
a moment when the truth has erupted out of you, for to see a truth in someone is perhaps one of the most beautiful things,
and in the darkness in the despair
like the hand of an angel it caresses
you'll feel that sweet cool breeze on your dripping face
as if to tell you it is going to be ok.