Wet Eyes

My wet eyes,
Look at the World Outside,
Through a haze.
But they experience my World Inside,
With clarity and joy that amaze….

They question their wetness,
And whether,
The reason they are wet for,
Is really worth it.

My Heart gets back,
With the right answer.

Then either the wetness,
Gets drunk up and gets inside,
Back from where it came.

Or the wetness,
Spills out into the Open,
Freely, abundantly,
Cleansing me of my sins…..

And making me feel pure,
Sure,
And sincere,
Towards My Self.