Tears

Ah to weave words together
Like they were silk
So they flow off the tongue like wine
Or Honeyed milk
These are the times of inspiration so divine
When my muse can guide my thoughts
To pen and paper
Can guide me to the words from the very vapor
Of this, our miniscule existence
I share my thoughts and fears
Spare no expense
For in the end,
I am left with naught but tears.