January 30, 2007
Two teardrops were floating down the river.
One teardrop said to the other, “I’m from the soft blue eyes of a woman in love. I’m a tear of joy she couldn’t carry. She was so happy ‘cos she just got married. I was on her cheek when she wiped me away with her glove. I could tell from the look of her face that she didn’t need me. So I drifted on down and caught me a ride to the sea.”
The other tear said, “We’ve got a connection. I’m a tear of sorrow, born of rejection. I’m from the sad brown eyes of her old flame. She told them that they would be lifelong companions. She left him with questions but no answers. I was on his cheek as he stood there calling her name. I could tell he had a lot of my friends for company. So I drifted on down and caught me a ride to the sea.”
Hence, the ocean is a little bit bigger tonight because of two more teardrops that somebody cried. One of them happy and one of them bluer than blue.
The tide goes out and the tide comes in. Someday, they will be teardrops again.. released in a moment of pleasure or a moment of pain. Then, they will drift on down and ride to the sea again.
Two teardrops.. two teardrops..