On The Other Side Of Your Tears

A view through tears
is clear – imbued of water
and peculiar-to-human
things oozed by glands:
I am amazed when you
claim to be blinded by them.

A near likeness is rain,
in shape and emotional
wear the drops are the same,
but raindrops refract light
in a miraculous show, was there
ever a teardrop rainbow?

I am standing here on the
other side of your tears,
you can see me if you dare,
I know you are looking
for I feel the emotional
power that heaves in you.

I am standing on the
other side of your tears
and you know
I cannot leave.
© I.D. Carswell 2007