A Messenger

A tear so bright,
It's shining.
A salty mist of
Joy and sorrow.
From the depths of
The heart it emerges.
Down the cheek,
Roll it does.
Leaving a trail of
Story in its wake.

Sometimes it comes,
But a mere drop.
But alas! At times
Pour it does,
Like an untamed river.
Confusing for some it maybe.
But more expressive than words for a few
It shall be.
The weight so potent,
Bear some can't.
But to bear,
It has to be done.

More honest than words or gestures
It is.
More truth it shall speak.
For the flow of the tears,
Like the fall of the rain,
Can have no human hand
To quell or to quench.
Flow it shall,
Till it apeases itself.
In joy or in sorrow,
Now that human hand
May have a play in.
Play well, for all that goes around
Does come around.

Emotions start at the depth
Of our heart.
At the extreme it converges,
And a drop of tear
Comes out of our soul,
A messenger, a silent voice.
It says it all.