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.

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.