Evening Song

there is light in her cage
shining so brightly she could see
every single way
she ever followed

in her heart beating endlessly
lies a question still repeating
yet seeking
an answer to be told or seen
she could see the sun setting in a still
silent evening
anything new

tears collide against dry paper
melting the words once inscribed fiercely
paper now shining to the lights of the room
there's amazement to the view
poetry telling itself through
the sadness in the wetness
of her eyes

in the hills far above there are sounds
briefly perceived by those who walk near
crying for ancient comfort
saught for years

we are waiting

"on a winter's day
i saw the life blood drained away
a cold wind blows
on a windless day"