Purple Tears Poem by John Paul Butler

As if lit somehow from within itself
Just like my lover awake again now
The candle flame flickers
An eye blinking and winking away
With its tears not waxing but waning
And occasionally sputtering with
Involuntary noises at the breeze

The droplets running are purple
Blue but with all sadnesses vanquished
And melting and red also
From an inner rage no longer there
Reduced by those rivulets
Just like my lover here sleepless now
Her tears not needing any absolutions