Epiphanic Morning

One morning when the sky

Turned overcast,

She* sang the song

of the saddest people-

a gesture of sympathy.

When she reached

the last line,

the sky

gave birth to tears

So she sang with my hands

Trembling- she looked

above the sky

And felt the tears


For they danced together

With the wind and the ritual

Of the sky-

They hit her

with sharp edges,

Like little arrows

Freed by

playful cherubim.**

**The last lines of the poem

were originally written

(after the word trembling) as:

And my tears

And its tears drifted-

Rolled into one.

*The persona is changed into She as suggested by Kaeos.

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