Marionette

Marionette, why are you wet?

Is it the tears of your pain, your regret?

Tell me your secrets. The first chance I get,

I will show you a new secret place.

Marionette whose ropes will not tear,

Release your threads, I will be gentle, I swear.

Give me the scissors. The first chance I get,

I will give you a new kind of grace.

Marionette, if your heart does not bleed

Then there will be nothing to water the seed

I planted in you so that you could forget

All the stains that you could not erase.

My precious puppet, I know that you fear

The storm that will come if you cry that first tear.

You may not know it, but I, too, am wet--

I've been catching the tears of my marionnete.