Cover Your Heart with Melancholy

The body that you carry

with inexplicable veneration

hurts me.

I am disturbed by the silence

that irritates defiant scars.

I do not want to die in spite of

my faith, except that late morning.

I do not want to die in your arms,

I would rather wait for the first

summer snow to fall.

The frost bites my naked words,

hatred drains the marrow

of my black bones.

I look unsightly with sadness

under my eyes, a dress made of stars

does not shelter your hands.

Before anger burns the rock,

before hatred overwhelms my dreams,

the last wind of hope

will scatter.

We have to watch out for tears.

We have to guard the memory,

which is very unfair.

Cover your heart with melancholy.

Reviews

[Lathen Griffiths]

Your wonderful descriptive language swirls its way through this entire piece leading to the finale ‘Cover Your Heart With Meloncholy’


Lathen.