Tears

Tears roll out of my eyes,
and fall upon the brown earth,
Mine tears as blue as ocean skies.
Tears stream down my cheeks,
over each dimple,
and crash at my feet.
The journey of a tear,
slow but fast paced,
but they live without fear.
They roll out of my eyes,
rocket down my pale face,
falling, crashing, they die.
Oh why must they die,
the death of a tear is sad,
if only they could fly.
They would soar off my face,
and glide into the air,
at such breathtaking pace.
Things that leave my eye,
no hope for the poor little tear,
but all good things die