And the blood
it stained her neck
And the tears
they stained her heart
And the night
it stained her soul

but for all the stains
at last she felt
vivid
full of color and life
at last

She whistled at my pain
and it came running
to beg and lap
at wounds that were
a little saltier
than before
my tears

Lily of the moon
She blossoms through night
her petals unfold
'til dawn from twilight
And if perchance
you should see her in bloom
you might mistake her glow
for that of the moon

A whispering fan
A slow moan from the bedroom
this is waking up

Some fall easily
and some inspire
easy falling