She once told me of your tears, your pain;
your misty sighs whispered from a shell refrained...

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

I could smell, through welling tears
the reek of sweat and clotted flesh...

when
stars fall whispering in our ears...

I wonder if you still remember
the way those faraway Humans can smile...

In the sun, the shining sun,
you in your glittering fun...

when you leaned on me
like the wind on the world...

I grew as old as my wrinkles
and no longer hear your words...

Just like the moon and sun
that paint over one another...

So here we hang
on the wishing tree...

The constancy, the repetition:
that’s what I loved...

When I fold my mouth closed
like eyes (with all its secrets...