sing your way
deep, deep
into the earth,
into that blackness
that keeps you,
that folds you in
while you sleep.

 

keep still, songstress,
your wings be silent
and soft. it is a
long winter and
good.

 

fear not, dear,
you will rise,
when ice and snow
turn to streams,
when days stretch out,
when buds dare to
brave their branches.

 

yes, my love,
you will make your way
through that ebony soil again,
into blinding rays.
you will rise.
and sing.
and fly.

 

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