I said my goodbyes to the sun

my little one, so far away.

And how strange, how small we must become

yet as familiar as yesterday



The bluest iris that I'd ever seen

SHe vanished like a dream, sinking back

into the ground

Singing "maybe I wept real tears"

but maybe she was hiding because she wanted to be found

You wanted to be found!



Don't be afraid of him.

Be still.


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