Tears Poem by Sharron Stephenson

tears that roll down the cheeks are the love seed
that start the weeds to grow
shield the wings of the dove
from the head of a fox

round the human soul
buy the heat of passion
skip the body of pain

wipe the cuddles from the anger of nightmares of sleep
tickle the smile of glass
steer the comfort kiss from the lips
to the heart of a friend

manage the wave of sadness
to the shore
of the guide
in the hand of mine
and the eyes from
you