I am moved to tears so much

I am moved to tears so much
now a days.
A simple laugh from a child
a leaf falling
or a flower opening.
I stifle Them, or I try to.
Really, I try.
But They still come.
They come from deep within.
Deep inside my sinuous muscles
and frigid bones 
and purple blood.
They well in the bottom
of my eyes.
And then They fall
thick and slow and warm
all because of a cat stretching
a couple walking
or a voice singing
or a symphony's crescendo.
I am moved to tears
and collapse at both beauty
and wickedness.
Collapse into a molten pile
of human sea water.
I will stay in that pile
for maybe moments
or for hours.
Sometimes I let Them come
mostly I don't.
Now a days
I'm moved to tears
because of you.

~Angus April 2010