TEARS GATHER NO DUST

Tears gather no dust:

Liquid sorrow or joy--
Weighty with inertia, furled by
Chaos theory--they weave
A path where there is none; drawn
To crevice or precipice,
They slitter away from the
Amount that spawned them, never
In a hurry but never stopping.

Until they pause, drip their
Boredom of materiality,
And stretch water fingers
To the sky, stretch until the
Fingers become wings, stretch
To evanescence, and fly
Their hydra-spirits to
The place where water and air are one

Leaving a trace of
Soul-salt and memory

But no dust.