who are you, precious life?
stay with me in your presence
that breathes even when it doesn’t try.
you see the potential that i don’t see in myself.
you cry sometimes
and prefer to hide…
surrounded by pillows, no one can see your face,
your weakness,
and you don’t have to be something you’re not,
something you feel others expect.
dear precious tears,
it’s ok
because you only come when your heart is shining
transferring all the opposite into you.
your water is not fear or anger
but freedom.
you are expression of desire met
beyond imagination, by your side.
you are delight at being enough
to be intimate
to be wanted.
you allow me to know that my space is safe
and you know what you need to say
when no one else is listening.
you are my gift.
© r.e.l. 9/3/14
Submitted to Thursday Poet Rally week 79 with Jingle Poetry
my secret innuendo® 
tears are water that flush away the sands in our eyes,
what a smart verse,
happy rally,
😉
i agree… tears are renewing. and before they are shed, we are not quite whole.
Wonderful writing,
“your water is not fear or anger
but freedom.” Is a marvelously crafted line that connects with me.
yes, tears are releasing and should be held…
water is a free object that samples freedom and transformation.
swim life like a fish, good luck.
anything goes with water 😉
and i’m also a pisces
i will… and i’m also a pisces
sweet, and hopeful wonders.
well penned.
🙂
yes, definitely hopeful. glad you read into that.
very powerful topic, tears carry a language of love or resentments.
yes, and are the key to revealing both
incredible.
thanks for stopping by…
what sweet shower of love.
bless ya.