You can't have my heart

where it lives too unseen but unforgiven

for its crimes or victories against anyone.

But to chose a heart means to forget that birds leaves their homes

when Winter comes only if they've learned to fly.

While each of us echoed like a drop of rain in the spring

we also saw each sign pointing us to what might be

the best of all possible futures.

And in that smile I saw every double rainbow

and every promise met with more than just a word.

In that darkness there was a changing eye

that came to see with or without blindness

because light itself makes no difference.

What we are was there as plainly as if we'd shouted it

to reveal more bodies than shadow had come into the night

And we slept and we wept as we needed

so that the next time might be different.

We've stopped remembering what verse should follow next

or which existence proceeeds our essence

by thelight of the full moon.

Each of us knew that it meant something

but were at a loss to explain why we all fell silent

in its presence.