Tears of joy

Let the world wear itself out in wars,
And the sky sink into the sea,
Let the world wake up with peace,
And the sky sail across the sea,
For my life hath given me,
The most beauteous of all gifts,
A smile filling the chasms
Of solitude in me,
A smile filling the miles
Of paths un-tread,
A smile filled with tears,
Of joy and love.

The secret crave of the mind,
Is answered not with words eloquent,
But with a language patented by eyes,
Through years and years of static penance.

And when the God himself appears,
The eyes falter with insane love,
Passion and anger her two sides,
They vanish at his very sight,
Silenced, light and lady-like,
She puts her head down,
And turns into bridal red,
Shedding down her serene whites,
And the tears, they all wait for their turn,
Hanging at the edge,
Holding on to her clothes dearly,
Some too eager, pushing back others in the line,
Fighting like warriors in the way,
To die, To cleanse themselves,
Drop by drop,
For Him, for her,
Washing His feet with her rain,
Spontaneous hot tears of hers,
For a gift she had preserved,
To preserve, to be deserved.


I thank her for her gesture,
For thanking Him
Can become monotonous and vain,
She flutters like a butterfly,
That makes Him smile;
Ending her lifelong penance in the banks of water,
She dies in her arched coffin
And freezes that second in her memory,
To remember in her next birth,
And the last drop of tears of my moon,
Dies in His muddied dimples,
To live again, with Him.