Tears

The sky -
she has cried all night,
white ribbon clouds
stretched out,
purged of their fullness
and emptiness,
over an ocean
who looks bluer -
did he hold a cup all night
to drink up all her tears?

Downy mist -
she holds her veil,
closing in
on prying eyes,
adoring secrets,
holding tears,
revealing herself
to tender wayfarers,
only in the silence
of a steamy night.

Dew - she rests
on a blade of grass,
a cold window pane,
and sleepy leaves,
radiant, self-assured,
she touches souls
who've made friends
with pain and joy,
living on the edge,
with uncertainty.