she is a
lonely bird
perched

releasing
her sounds
to the sky

with a spoken
wordsong

she speaks
about an
imaginary
girl

and cries

she teaches me
imaginations
are real

with a spoken
wordsong

she speaks
about an
extraordinary
girl

and cries

she teaches me
extraordinary
girls are real

she speaks
about this
deep hurt

she speaks
about this
deep hope

and as one word
follows another

one drop
follows another

so that she waters
the world

and as I watch
her speak her
wordsong

I think

if I could
capture one tear
that falls

if I could
capture that one tear
before it lands

would it tell me
all her secrets

would it tell me
truth

and if that one
tear spoke to me

could I
understand it?

do we speak
the same language?