Such is the Fate of Tears...

Such is the fate of tears,

To hinder the task of blinking

With hundreds of yellow lights,

Lanterns that quickly flicker

In the border of my eyelids,

Now in the height of glory,

Later small and almost gone,

Now returning like bright suns,

Playing on the brim of sadness.

I contain them,

Admire them,

Laugh at them;

Only when the liquor takes me

As it journeys through my blood,

When I think I see myself

Leaning on my own thin shoulder

Staring at a lake in nowhere

That ten empty bottles formed;

Then they fall, the bright droplets,

Like adventurous young birds

Leave a nest that cannot hold them.