eyes full of moon.

Sorrow, I think is not
an old man with gnarled fingers.
Rather, she is a young woman
with a beautiful face,
and eyes full of moon,
and hands burned red.
She wears white gloves and
bracelets that jangle to say,
look at me,
look at my loneliness full
in the face.
You need be gentle, when
gentleness is not called for.
Take her aside and bandage her hands when
they bleed.
Wash each and every finger with water
from the white basin sink,
in the bathroom with the
milk green tiles.
Do not fear your reflection.
Sorrow has many names, but always
the same eyes.