Once we loved. 
Then, we parted. 
My wings became arms again. 
I speak now and seldom sing. 
But some things can never be as before. I pay attention now to different things 
 I hear the tiniest insect move beneath the ground.
Small hopes keep me alive 
like the way leaves 
still sometimes 
grow 
from the stumps of trees.

Mystery of mysteries: what is given returns.

Because I could not 

speak they thought 

I could not hear. 

Because my mind 

was new they thought 

I could not notice. 

But I saw 

everything even the 

invisible and I heard 

everything including 

the silences. 

I never spoke of it 

but much later when 

I was alone 

again all my tears 

turned 

to red.