weeps the angels

 
tears leak from the corner of my eyes
there's a deep sadness inside of me
I can't pinpoint the pain, it's just a dull ache
 
my tears aren't connected to a conscious feeling  
still, a river of hurt flows within my soul
melancholy so long I don't what's wrong
 
I keen in quiet notes lilting on the winds
only the angels can hear them
they decipher their meaning
then send my spirit the message
 
in the aether, I spiral
humanly frail but too stoic to weep openly
so my tears fall from the corners of my eyes
I don't tell my heart the truth she can't handle it yet
 
the keeper of tears presses them into my life's journal
a diary of a beautiful soul in the making
whose secrets will be revealed in due time
melancholy my guide on this very long journey