As I walked by a silent hill,
I heard the winter birds sing.
Before me stood an angel,
singing to the mountain.

The wind touched my face,
ran through my hair,
brushed my hands.
I stood naked,
longing to feel it all
for the women
who cannot feel the wind
upon their own skin.

Oh soldiers of god, rescue us,
angels we name you.
Free us from this forsaken order
for our god
is no saviour.

Angels with broken wings
Sing us songs
Not for god
But for us,
the part of humanity
Whose wings were broken
For us, for the women.

For the garden that will always remember my footprints, for the purity of my childhood i left behind

I grew up with the daffodils in our garden.    They were moving far away, centimeter by centimeter.
It took me so long to notice how far we’d grown apart as I grew, and as they grew.

I don’t feel sorrow about it anymore.
Whatever happens, happens.
I'll go back to that spot where we first met.

We belong to that sunny place in the garden
To the patch of grass where I used to run barefoot, where the light found us

where the sun always catches,
where golden beams kiss the ground.

I wish I had realized sooner.
I would’ve come running back.
I would’ve moved your roots back to the same sunlit patch,
to meet you halfway again.

But I forgot to look.

I’m sorry I forgot to look at you.
I’m sorry it took me so long to see you
how your leaves were dotted with yellow,
how your neck leaned toward the earth.

I never wanted your neck to fall.
Not ever.
I never left, not really.
How could someone ever completely leave behind their roots and not look back?
This was the reason I never looked,
Never saw you
'Cause I was already still stuck here
Not leaving, not letting go
I wish I had come home sooner.