I have not yet heard a bird

By Maria Mar

I have not yet heard a bird

crying because it can’t sing.

I have not yet seen a flower

wilt before it blossoms

from fear that its colors will not delight.

I have not yet followed a scent

that hid its essence in shame.

I have not yet touched a stone

that coiled, feeling not enough.

Yet, I have heard your silence

cry the truth that you betray.

And I have seen your beauty

wilt while you try to fix yourself.

I have missed the scent of your soul

from your words, your deeds, your work.

And I miss the touch of your presence

while you wait ‘till another day

to do more and be more

stealing your fragrance from the world.

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New York City, April 29, 2013

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