Love is Like a River

 Love is Like a River

The curve of the Earth

Dictates

The ability or not

For water to chart its course;

So, the curve of my face

Dictates

The ability or not

For my tears to course down my cheeks.

If my head is looking up,

My tears run down to my ears;

If my head is looking down,

My tears run down to my nose.

My head is a small Earth,

And my tears, a small river,

That courses down or to the side

Of my face.

When I am in love,

My tears are for joy.

When I am in mourning,

My tears are for grief.

This morning, 

My tears

Are in joy.

The river forms its course

and the Earth

quietly tilts up or down

On its axis.

Beautiful.