if you listen
real closely
the sparrows sing
of my love
a free song
unburdened by
the weight of
invisible scars
the joyful sound
picked from my
incessant rambles
over an endless
barrage of coffee

they don’t care
that i cannot look
in the mirror
or when my sadness
smothers me under
its unbearable weight

they hear the song
of my heart murmuring
picking out the
soaring symphony hidden
behind hazel sorrows
proliferating the
truth of beauty to
a half sleeping world
saying all the things
i could never muster
from the catastrophic
kaleidoscope soul of
a fool madly in love