Tuesday, June 27, 2006
Tell Me
Tell Me
Tell me your sorrow.
Let me hold this grief.
I know how it was with you
the night when no one came
and shadow swallowed the stars.
When the earth shattered
and you fell through
to the underside of dark.
I heard your cries
from that place where nothing is,
where there is no sun.
I followed your weary journey out
and aided your final step.
Now you must find the shore and lie down,
let the salt drenched waves wash over your flesh,
cleanse you, bathe you in love.
These wounds will heal,
your soul be mended,
but your mouth will always remember salt.