They found her dried tears
at the beach
beneath the sand;
in a phone booth
where calls came from;
inside Cruelty's Eye;
at the edges of Sharp Words,
in eddies whirling in Mean-Spirited Space;
in the crevices of a Frowning Brow;
in the Back Hand and redden cheeks;
in the tracks of her Child-Hood memories;
on carpeted floors
where she had lain,
face down, soul squashed.
They found her tears
had tears at the end-
had become a deluge-
washed out to sea.
But they didn't find her.
She was gone;
traces of her smile
tho lingered on;
her things of lace, her sad face
in the photographs,
her mild regards
her notes
signed Millicent;
the dark doodles on her high school books.
He finally called
and she rose
on Rainbowed Air
tear by tear
fluttering high-
one by one
cleaned and cleansed
and placed
into a new-born's
baby eyes
and some
were carefully placed
inside child smiles
where joy reins.
Wow! so wonderful Make me happy Our tears are not in vain! A original way of looking At the journey of a tear In Asia people say It is a soul which never dies And finds life again a cycle But, you have given Life eternal to our tears! This just joined my favs. Heart wrenching tears I love the way you Have held it In your poem's palm To offer it to us In new light! Angel
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Heart touching.. mind blowing.... I like it! .....