Part III

While everyone says the wrong words to the wrong people at the wrong time

Morning breaks

And tears flow heavy and silent while the eyes that shed them hide in darkness

Frightened of compassion

But the earth is yielding underfoot after last night's rains, breathing in life

Tasting of promise, bittersweet

Haven, and when you can bear it no longer and break, running, flying, fleeing over fields

Watch the sky, not the ground

And when you fall, keep your eyes on the stars and close your mouth against the dust

Then you can taste the dew

Snow and bitter winds linger in your memory, hazy, looming, peaceful in despair

But there is beauty. Hold it to you.