03.06.07
Lachrymal Fascination
Tears. You know, tears… that delicate flux of hydro-emotions. Those liquified feelings that emerge from optic crevices. Micro-oases that span a desert of flesh only to arrive at the nomad’s lips saline and futile. That mollifier of man and comrade of woman. The loveliest excrement there is. Unconfined aqueous poems.
Tears. The lone element liberated to know my eyes intimately, caress my
cheeks ardently, trace my face expertly, and kiss my lips blithely.
The most precious sparkling gems I possess. My joys and sorrows
disguised as water pearls.
Tears. So valued, Ancient Romans cherished this expressive dew in a flask. They are what Ovid believed to be weightier than words. The same matter Lord Byron found too beautiful to kiss dry. That substance Friedrich Nietzsche and Oscar Wilde claimed relative to music. Voltaire’s silent language of grief, yet a Shakespearean maiden’s best brine.
Tears. What of it? you might ask. Nothing much, really… just a current amusement.
“Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears,
for they are rain upon the blinding dust of Earth,
overlaying our hard hearts.”
~ Charles Dickens ~
Franzopoy said,
March 7, 2007 at 8:54 pm
hala ka. . . how fascinating indeed! heheh
' lee said,
March 11, 2007 at 3:03 pm
mag comment daw ko…hihihi…btaw…u really know how to let the emotions flow(tears~)…all i can say, when wer children…we cry coz we dont know what to do next…now as adults we cry cuz we know we could done more of what wev done(tama ba aq grammar)…poetic jud kaau ka meewa… :)
Mittu said,
December 12, 2008 at 2:07 am
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