Many sorrows to bridge

Girl of silence, bite your tongue,  
the angels know your secrets.
Your cotton gown flows free among them,
conspiring with sunbeams and dancing with dust motes.
 
We've come a long way, you and I
but hope falls eventually  
and we die our little deaths,  
one tear at a time.
 
Hide away your whittled heart,
if ever it should be returned.
Treasure the moon  
and don't wake the sun.
 
Small and soft in your melencholy quilt,  
your mismatched pillows,  
may you rest well  
among the brume and bruises.
 
I tried to love myself, but only broke my heart.
 
 
(Artwork: Felix de Toro)