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,

Support them,

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,

The fracturing,

Until they're strong enough to live.