Womb Of Your Eyes

The tears that flowed

From your eyes

At the dead of night

Surely made

Your eyes and pillow wet

But what about the tears

That your soul cried.

Are they somewhere

In the numb trees

Soaking moonlight

Or in their distorted reflections

In the nearby lake.

I shall jump into the lake

Without fear

To find those tears,

Take them back from the trees

And caress them like

An infant in a mothers lap

Until they grow

To become tears of joy

Through the womb of your eyes.