Tears

From where do they arise,
these tears that flow from my eyes?
Careening down my face
from an esoteric place,
they patiently await
that one emotional state
when, finally, they’ll flow!
It seems to me as though
there may be an endless well — 
a mystic teardrop hotel
where they secretly abide.
And inside of there, they hide,
until a feeling
needs a healing
that only they can provide.