That was beautiful. I loved it!

Thoughts float like crayon streaks... Very cool. I love the imagery of the first stanza but it does seem a bit random - I don't want to sound too nit-picky, but why are you knitting wings from palm-fronds and why only on ultra-violet nights? I ask this because it's lovely but at the same time, a bit of an overload. And again, a bit random. Maybe pick one theme, either plants, for the saplings and palm-fronds go together well, or color, such as ultra-violet and other things are shades of purple. I think you could make your imagery and message even stronger that way.

"on ultra-violet nights,

when I cannot even examine my soul

in the mirrors"

Brilliant line. Palpable, even. I can feel this entire poem so strongly.

Yet having nothing to say says so much.

I love the flow of this piece, especially with the near rhyme between "paradise" and "ultra-violet nights". And I particularly love the image at the end of the first stanza - "when I cannot even examine my soul / in the mirrors, which I shattered with my / inability to lie."

This poem is so full of pain, and yet so beautiful. Brava.