Tear's Poem by Mark Heathcote

Tears can have a dual purpose.
Sadness and happiness
So, draw back the moth-eaten curtains.
It is about life and bearing witness.
Tears again and again turn to grief or joy.
In a willing belief, things can always be better.

Tears have washed me aside.
How great can their pain be?
How deep can their sorrow be?
When a tsunami of tears has waved over us

Tears can be a clown's squirting flower gun.
Oh, tears, tears - my soul exists in a funeral parlour.
My heart resides dead in the mortuary.
But at some point, I know there'll be better weather.
My tears will once again well up, cry in laughter.

Tears can have a dual purpose.
Sadness and happiness
So, let us all remember
Tears will one day return or turn to vapour.
Or it falls in winter like snow in consolation.
Soon to melt and forget.
That they ever came to us all in a moment of love or regret
That tsunami of tears has washed over us all.
But I'd welcome them all again -again -again.

Tears can fall with the net weight of the morning dew falling to see you once again.
But I'd welcome them all again, again and again.
I'd welcome the net weight of the morning dew,
The bravado of life and death to see you once again.
I'd be happily carried off in a tsunami of tears if they'd take me to a wishing well.
And like snow, I can hold you like a star, again melting in my palm and arms.
In the reverie of what I know was now long ago.