The Cradle

Match my last lost tear

to my words.

The love that someone has woven

from dreams

is not needed by anyone today.

 

I hide in the cozy cradle

of your hands, hug my cheek

against the stone pillow.

 

I know your melancholy

will never be my smile.

 

Don't try to cry as long as

your life goes its own way.

You won't die until the last light

goes out this season.

 

Lend me some heart

to keep me safe.