THE LITTLE GREEN CONES REPRESENTING PINE TREES

FROM BEHIND HER EYES, DOWN HER CHEEKS, ONTO HER BOSOM

WORDS ARE NOT WORDS

HER HEART NOW SAFE IN SAID'S HANDS, AND SAID'S HEART SAFE IN HERS

GOT TO BE THERE

SHE WRITES WHITE

NOW THAT IT DOESN'T MATTER TO HER ANYMORE IF NOBODY EVER FINDS OUT ABOUT SENSACUOR

SO FAMILIAR, BUT SUCH A SENSATION NONETHELESS

IT IS MONDAY MORNING AND SHE AND SAID ARE DANCING

IT IS NOT ABOUT THE FEAR

SO RIGHT

IT ALL FEELS LIKE AN EXAM SHE'LL HAVE TO PASS, BUT IN A GOOD WAY, OF COURSE

BECAUSE SOON, JUST LIKE A DOOR, THE SKY WILL CLOSE BEHIND HER AND SAID

YES, SHE STILL LOVES THAT HOT, DRY WIND RUSHING THROUGH THE CITY

THEIR FATE HAS BEEN DECIDED, SHE AND SAID WILL ONLY HAVE TO WAIT AND SEE AND LIVE IT

THE MANY KINDS OF SILENCE SHE'S COME TO KNOW SO WELL

HER ROOM NOW EMPTY, THE MUSIC STILL PLAYING

SHE WAS ALICE AND SAID WAS THE RABBIT

IN THE SILENCE SHE COULD ALMOST HEAR SAID'S HEARTBEAT

THOSE BUTTERFLIES AGAIN IN HER STOMACH

AND FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER SHE DARED TO LOOK

MAYBE SAID KNOWS WHAT HER DREAM MEANS

AND ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE MIRROR SHE SAW SAID

WHAT IS SHE SUPPOSED TO THINK?

TO HER ALWAYS FROM SAID

A PAINFUL, MUTE DAWN

THE SILENCE BETWEEN STORMS