once upon
a time she held
me to her
delicate ear
and said she
heard the
sparrows
singing of
the golden sun

now i sit
staring out into
the swirling gray
a penitent fool
in the solitary
confinement
of her casually
silent disregard

once upon
a time she held
me close to
her delicate heart
the sound of the
sparrows calling
forth the morning sun
to eradicate the
tendrils of fog
smothering the day