She was there,
Where it all began and all ended
Neither the bright afternoon knew
Nor the sad evening
For they were mere visitors
The tree, though, seemed to know it all
It saw the ice break
Big words tumble into dust
Unshed tears turn to unbreathed strength
He said she was a bird again
She felt water everywhere: where was the sky?
It was there
And she was there
Where it all began and all ended
Where once green, now dry leaves rendezvoused with the wind, and
The shrill whistle of the train kindled blood and thunder
The bird flew at the end of the day and perched on her memories
Some distant music now.
Casually Classical 