He tucked her explanations
under the arm...

She hugged herself,
staring at her mutilated leg...

Yesterday my past I drew
on a canvas of silence and torment...

Will you blow her candle
when time comes...

I could have watched time pass...

Take off my veil
and dress the universe...

I painted rainbows on my walls,
to hold back those years of surprise...

it is just an empty page calling me
and poetry is born from this mistake...

He drove me home
and I saw when...

She now denies the god
he brought out in her...

She carries me and walks in light,
saying what binds us is delight...

As she walks towards me,
I think of how sad silence can be...