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...

Reasons.
and demons. and the things you call treason...

I still miss you when the rooster calls,
Waking me up to leaves that fall...

hush, for i'm praying, hush.
more often than i should, i still pray...

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...