Where’s My Love – Syml
She cried into her pillow. She tried under water, cried on her mother’s arm.
Stones howled, even wind didn’t come near, the sun disappeared, stars hide.
Blue of the tears wore her as she wore it obscurely.
But light didn’t leave her heart, never abandoned her life.
She became the bright.
She returned reborn, reawakened; now a little wise, a little supple.