Transparent Tears

Transparent Tears

        

Though my tears are too transparent to see,
must you never look for it on my chin?
Must you never feel how the raging wind
change its color and the wild smell, outside
from sunny yellow to a gloomy grey,
from fire to earth when touched by drops of rain?

       

Have you ever wondered why the clouds cry?
Who fills them to their brims with tears and why?
You must look southward, look towards the sea!
There, in its saline depth you shall find me,
along its length and breadth you can discern
my tears as foamy waves on the run!

      

Yes, I know my tears were too transparent to see
but had you ever sought them, even in your dreams?

         

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Angels Are Always Blue

Angels Are Always Blue

    

When she is clad in blue, I am speechless,
for it seems she has wrapped an ocean or the sky
around her limbs as her free flowing hairs
resemble the clouds or the shadow of the waves!

    

In yellow the sunlight seems to wrap her
with an adoring love that greets the new leaves
of Spring, nurturing with mild caresses
as her free flowing hairs become the gushing wind!

     

In crimson she wears her emotions on the skin,
as warm and wild as her beating heart, ripe and full
as the summer months, so bold yet apprehensive
of expressions, trying to look unfazed, though in vain!

    

But nothing beats blue on her, I swear on my life,
for Angels have always been painted with blue, alike!

       

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