Moonlight Tears
Your tears seem to shine in the moonlight,
They glisten and glide softly upon your cheek, just before midnight,
The weight of the world lifted in a sigh,
Every bit of dread and fear filling the tears you cry,
You don a glowing mascara,
A gleaming creek which flows down your cheek in a great hegira,
The cold sting gracing your skin,
Reminiscence bringing a grimace and a grin,
Upon this creek travels your pain,
And in between every pore it stains,
Yet in their exodus, there lies relief,
So that in the morning, hope becomes more than just a belief.