For the Moment
June 22nd, 2009
Hush my friend,
Don't whisper; say not a word,
Just sit still.
Lean your forehead on my waiting shoulder
And I'll embrace your broken heart.
Now, safely at my side,
Close your eyes; begin to speak.
Bitten purple lips,
Tell me your shattering sorrows
As you cradle the remaining jagged shards upon your palm,
Tentatively knitting them back into a whole.
I'll cup your shaking hands in mine,
Prevent them from bowing with the strain,
That cutting pressure.
I'll warm them;
Your fingers and those tiny twisted jewels
That survived the attack,
Until they're strong enough to live.