DEAREST SORROW
Whence the birds are singing,
An ode to this silent dream.
Fare thee well, my dearest Sorrow—
I have found joy.

All I remember
is the madness it took
to set me free—
to live.

I light a candle
with your name in it.

All the quiet sorrow
sits beside me,
where no voice lives.

I remember the whispering birds—
the hush before words.

Let the rain bear witness
to what hearts have sworn.