I get this feeling and the wells of my eyes fill up running over like meltwater drops
flowing over the edge of an iceberg plunging into a pool of struggling water
drowning in accumulated teardrops a uncontrollable flood stirring up so much volocity even the dam in these eyes fail to hold back the tide face in hands hides the increasing stream from the face of the deep surrounding a cave housing a tucked away locked written diary of a deep spiritual emotional soul telling a never ending story that ripples around every part of sight & sound of hailstones pelting ground out of the blue comes lightening & thunder crashing down