An Ocean of Tears

My tears fall, coursing down my face,
two small rivers. All rivers lead to the ocean,
I am told. May my tears, the ones I cannot stop,
find their final home in a calm sea, one which,
someday, I will find and call my home too.
Then, I am sure, I will rest. But until then,
I will cry more, I will have my journeys, I will
go where the wind pulls me. But always,
they are there, the tears coursing down my face,
two small rivers, leading to the ocean, I am told.