Tumbling like a glass off the edge of a table,
Spilling, spilling, spilling
No thunder rolls, no lightening flashes
No warning of tears that pour like rain
Wetting the skin, soaking the soul
Drilling, drilling, drilling
Through flesh and bone to the core of the heart,
Releasing silence into gasps and groans
Until breath comes once again
Dripping, dripping, dripping
Washing away all that is not you
As you learn to drink your own tears
Watering the seed ready to bloom within your soul
Glistening, glistening, glistening
Sun is breaking through the clouds
Tears you’ve wiped become diamonds in your hand
Listening, listening, listening
You feel a tug and hear the words within
It is your voice…speak!