on tree branches there are birds instead of leaves all at once they lift through trees to reveal the unseen a blindfold of wings held us from perfect sight while saving unready eyes all will be lost all will be well all will be loved when living is hell we ll cry dead leaves to grow in broken english arguments igniting fires we ll sing in off key choirs of an ageless rebirth after feathers disappear our bodies will heal and repair sent down in envelopes a white sea of dangerous hope arms overflow with the weightless flood of words perfect ears let truth be heard and we will learn to let go we will learn to let go we ll pull each letter one by one every ribbon comes undone our little eyes and little souls will now be strong enough to hold the divorce of need explanations breathe for us on paper waves we sway our bodies get lifted away outside of space we ll send down the envelopes the forest resets in hope1