27.        LET FLY

When she spreads her batlike wings,
let her go in the blindness.
When he burrowed himself as a mole,
let him go in the blindness.

Sorrow, blind sorrow
how is love then tomorrow
if a blink of light
falls to sight.

A shadow return
from light and burrow,
they find tomorrow’s
promise of return.
Happiness we only find
when we let go.