You brought me to tears 8/12/15

You brought me to tears, 

first yours, as oncoming. 

I have a sense for your welling 

but I don’t know why or what is the source within you 

but the welling is building. 

It is like a variation of the yawn contagion onto me. 

Your welling beckons my welling in sequence 

but I thought I had no reason, 

where it appears to me 

that you must have had a cause and did, 

I am compelled to follow. 

Your tears, I am in response too, 

as if your face is my face yet face to face. 

My tears, I am not sure the sanity 

or the emotional whereabouts that makes that so for me 

but I am truly heart felt grateful and do not know why. 

Yes I feel expanded. 

I am loving you up in support 

without knowledge of any of your circumstances. 

I am sort of startled at my combustibility 

but pleased to participate. 

My life is richer in depth because of your gifting me with this, 

your intimate presence. 

You brought me to tears 

and I worship with the emptiness 

and the sacredness of this innocence, 

shared and forthcoming . . .