Could I not go where the wind took me,
Would you not be with me by then?
I translated the unknown into what I did,
Did you even spare some specs to hold onto what you wanted?
How do I break these branches, trees, your cries,
I always end up planting a new one, a branch and a cry.
How do I not hear you?
I knew, and I didn’t, the trail you left,
You knew, and you didn’t, the trail I left,
How do I stop not looking, how do I not cry?
The lullabies, I do miss, and suddenly
The sky has known how to be less magnetic.
No wishes and no prayers,
The world ain’t music anymore.
I could see the heads bowed down,
Ears listening to what the sky had to show,
They went by, they went through.
Insanity prevailed, misery prevailed,
And then I did see it,
I could see Her;
God! I could, but not. . .