poem: Tears

Tears

Tears.
Tears of joy, of hope, of love, of the
Change that kills being the
Change that births.
Tears
Of the rain that fell outside your window
As you cried at your losses.
Time meant everything then, but
Years to you is but seconds to
Gods.
You let the water carry you then,
Let it take you down,
Down,
Down to all you feared and ran from but
Now must face.
Those waters of life ran from your eyes
As you felt the very life ebb from you
Those forces confronted you in broad daylight
Till day was but a shadow of night and the
Sun had fled--
Or died.
Then you prayed.
Prayed for change,
Prayed for hope,
Prayed for all you knew to be again.
But you did not know that it was
Not meant to be.
You did not know all I know--
Or pretended not to.
I bring to birth only that which is useful
And kill that which is not.
You cried when I killed,
When in that emptiness before birth
Nothing was.
But in that blindness you forgot
That the circle flows one cycle into another.
And so the tide must turn,
The rain must stop,
The sun must be reborn.
And so, too, must you.
The light for once is not an oncoming train,
And the tears are not
Tears of sadness, but joy.
Yes,
Tears once flowed from your eyes
Of the rain that fell outside your window
As you cried at your losses.
But now,
Now no more.