Frankie Quinn with a poem from his book Open Gates.

Tears

Tears When she cried, her tears fell in his eyes
 Filled them and returned his reflection
 To her mind where softness joined both
Becoming one drop together on water. 
♞♜♝
She held the moisture in her hands, kissed
 Life came running down her face with marked
 Colourful streams staggering to trembling lips
 She licked salty pearls and passed them to him. 
♞♜♝
He absorbed them, became her shimmering light
 In the same brightness created by dreams
 Quivering inside her head were lonely memories
 Of a lover long gone, he forever marked her soul. 
♞♜♝
She drank the shine from his clearness then
 Filled his heart brimming with kindness and love
 He tried to accept but the waves would not allow him
 He turned beneath them and died with no sight of her.

⏩ Frankie Quinn is a former republican prisoner who is now a community activist. He is the author of Open Gates, a book of poetry.   

Tears

Frankie Quinn with a poem from his book Open Gates.

Tears

Tears When she cried, her tears fell in his eyes
 Filled them and returned his reflection
 To her mind where softness joined both
Becoming one drop together on water. 
♞♜♝
She held the moisture in her hands, kissed
 Life came running down her face with marked
 Colourful streams staggering to trembling lips
 She licked salty pearls and passed them to him. 
♞♜♝
He absorbed them, became her shimmering light
 In the same brightness created by dreams
 Quivering inside her head were lonely memories
 Of a lover long gone, he forever marked her soul. 
♞♜♝
She drank the shine from his clearness then
 Filled his heart brimming with kindness and love
 He tried to accept but the waves would not allow him
 He turned beneath them and died with no sight of her.

⏩ Frankie Quinn is a former republican prisoner who is now a community activist. He is the author of Open Gates, a book of poetry.   

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