when you came to me

Ever since my house burnt down, I see the moon more clearly. I gazed upon all the Edens that have fallen in me, I saw Edens that I had held in my hands but let go, I saw promises I did not keep, Pains I did not throw, Wounds I did not heal, Tears I did not share. I saw deaths I did not mourn, Prayers I did not answer, Doors I did not open, Doors I did not close, Lovers I left behind, And dreams I did not live.

I saw all that was offered to me that I could not accept. I saw the letters I wished for but never received.

I saw all that could have been but never will be. Feather to fire Fire to blood Blood to bone Bone to marrow Marrow to ashes Ashes to snow

What matters is not what is written on the page, what matters is what is written in the heart

So burn the letters, and let the ashes on the snow At the river’s edge

When spring comes, and the snow melts Return to the banks of the river Reread my letters with your eyes closed

Let the words and images wash over your body like waves Reread the letters with your hand cupped over your ears Listen to the songs of Eden