We blow air
through lips she carved from dirt,
replies with hurricanes and thunder
but nothing more.

Ears, eyes
Made to listen and see
The silence, absence, in harmony

We’ve been looking for a color
She said she made
something between the blues and greys.

In our first minutes
I think We had it
But some days, most days, the color fades.

They said
That it would be like this
that these are just growing pains.

But
Then the growing turns to going
Todays turn to yesterday.

She said she didn’t mean
For the suffering to happen
But that she controls their fates.

Look up look up
Its endless
Our wings could never carry this weight.

There are no words
to finish
The thing that never seems to end.

look
with eyes made to heed
But we can never see the wind.