The Mystical
They come from somewhere deep within.
Circumstances assisting with there flow.
Sometimes it’s joy, most times it’s sorrow, and at others, well, no reason at all.
Yet sooner or later…,
we all will see them fall.
They sting but yet often feel good.
Coming at the most inopportune times.
Sometimes in the middle of the night alone
They come like a slow steady stream.
And at other times…
they’re like a river’s raging dream.
They are as mystical as the ocean tides,
Affected by a gravitational pull unseen.
Physiologically explained, I’m sure, but yet philosophically debated to a nonstop.
Because we’re talking, of course,
About the mystical, the TEAR DROP!