Tears into Gold

Deeps call, cry, and break
on my heart in salty misty sheets
and then dissolve into tearful torrents
and groans.

There is much to weep for in this life,
and against too…and they stain
and leave their telltale tracks
(sandpipers cry and running evidences in the waves’ edges).
And yet.

And yet…from tears work a Power
A Grace
A Love

Benevolent Rumplestiltskin takes my dross
My straw and spins my
Tears into Gold.


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