The sadness in her eyes was so sad
That only the joy in mine could be more joyful.
So we met, lingering unsteadily, until her crying stopped
And my laughter had turned to silence.
So it was that we at last understood each other, seen and seeing,
as visible to each other as we were invisible.
The sky turned so blue that only the blue of an angel’s eyes could be more
blue,
But now a hawk caught my eye, and she, catching the wind in her wings,
flew away.