Tears of a Flame

For some...the stars are just a scattering of light in the early morning sky.
To others, they are the promise of another day.

For some...the sound of a baby's coo is annoying -
To others... it is the sound of Joy,
hoping to find Love's bounty.

The beating of a Heart is an unseen expectancy -
ignoring the romantic embrace -the rhythmic syncopation between the bellows of Life -
and the stirring crimson wellspring of the Soul...
carrying the moist seed and flooding this tenuous matrix with Life -
a certain harbor for the Soul.

While the glimpse of a tear is disheartening and frightful to most -
are not tears simply the silent brook of the Soul ...
bearing sentiment where words often fail?

These same tears sometimes blind and deafen our senses to the world around us...
portending clouds and storms that simply do not exist.
The weight of the unknown is ours to bear -
mindful to all that be,
while not to drown the Divine in tears for the mundane...
and douse this Living Flame between you and me.