Crying Eyes

You hold something I once had,

That which I’ve lost.

I hold out my cupped hands,

Hoping to catch your tears

So I may place them in my eyes.

I long to feel again.

Yet I’ve begun to think

And analyze

And lost the feeling I once held.

Contrary to popular belief,

My faith is based on feeling.

For how could I fathom

That which is unfathomable?

I’m left only to feeling,

Which I seem to have lost in its purest form.

In my mind,

I’m searching for sincerity

So full and heavy in your heart’s eyes.

Thanks for being genuine

And living your faith with passion.

Know that we see you

With dry eyes turned wet.

We long for your faith,

Which creates your crying eyes.