Tears for Love.......

Tears for Love



One moment can change the way you see, so easily
Pain comes in many dimensions
The release of that pain is what gives us that first drop
Rolling down like wind from the mountains
It drop, it falls, it is a tear for love

Like a wave in the ocean it flows
Naturally it becomes calming
Peacefully and ongoing as constant as a heartbeat
You feel it, good or bad it happens..Then joy
Joy for your tears of love

Loving the way you feel
Loving why you feel
Loving how you feel
The warmth, the relaxing the tear
It drops, it falls, it is a tear for love

Mostly it is in bad times
But sometimes in good times
You feel its presence and enjoy its comforting
These tears are for love….

Let them drop; let them fall for we know they are tears of love.


By: Ealia L. Payne
April 2, 2007

Poem I Wrote for my Grandmother Upon Her Passing 3/13/07...

When The Time Comes.....



Rejected, distressed, depressed.Alone, afraid, regrets come forward. The memories flow, the sounds and pictures fade.

The dreams you carry forwardRelevant but fading slowly. Feelings open…letting your self go. Peaceful paradise from beyond the stars. A fresh oil painting wet to touch.Eventually it dries now just a picture. Losing love, love, L.O.V.E. Communication is open, speak the last words. Mouth the last feeling “L.O.V.E U”. Can you go on living life? Frustrated you feel. Neglected you are taken for granted. ALONE…MISUNDERSTOOD…UNSURE. How can the emotions of a loss be found without speaking? Tears falling.Faces change, dreams-become vivid memories, angels are seen. Arms are raised. Joy is pain. Eyes tear-filled,non-focus attained. Worries are gone, time stands still. Pictures become fills, eternal love is granted. Time has come and life is everlasting.

In his eyes and you fly.

Ealia Payne
Copyright ©2009 Ealia Payne
03/13/07

R.I.P Grandma Babydoll

Observations


Sometime I like to sit back and people watch. Watch people as they come and as they go in their daily activities. Weather they are driving, walking, talking to their loved ones or just sitting back and smelling the roses.

The other day I made an observation as I was on my lunch break. As I was driving back from good old Chick Fil A I noticed in the car behind me a women crying. You could tell that she was fighting back tears and some tears escaped. She had children in the back of her car and they seemed oblivious to there chauffeurs turmoil. I wondered “what could she be crying about?” The nice in me, wanted to ask her if she was okay. But how could I do this when I don’t even know this woman. She seemed very perplexed over whatever was causing her such emotional distress. Maybe she heard some bad news, or maybe she feared something or someone or maybe she was tired whatever it was it seemed to bother her a lot. The whole time we sat at that red light I was drawn to looking out my rearview mirror to look at this woman. My heart screamed out to help this woman. At last the light turned green and the women whom had cried tears for the last 2 minutes, struggled to wipe her tears enough to see through them to drive. And we drive and she still seemed upset. Within 20 seconds she was no longer behind me but going in the direction of her destination for that of which I will never know.

Just an Observation, with No Meaning. Observing only to observe.

Everyday we make observations into others lives only to realize we will never know what those observations mean nor would we understand them.

Just an Observation.........