Once,
I heard you sing...

your whisper (when it made the sky quiver)
was like a lonely dancer...

your leaves
(when they part with you in autumn...

I thought I knew
my place in the world...

You know, you really do give me strength
in your fractured fragility...

A river of tears is a river run dry
for we were told not to cry...

They say you may see ghosts
and things invisible on Halloween...

Is it selfish of me
to want you to smile once more...

All I see is black
when I close my eyes because...

when birds glide down to Earth
to whisper in your ears...