it was also necessary
to become aware
that blood
coursed through the veins
of silence.

for those who had lost sight of her,
she left a trail of tears
dappling the pale blue of the sky.

others found suns
where there was only light.

however brief, some would still,
occasionally, let the world
reveal itself as luminous.

and there were even times
when all that she could taste
was the bliss of an empty bowl of tea

her hesitation also
brought forth worlds.

and there were those too
who often without realizing it
took seat upon the remnants of light.

those who remained with lowered gaze
had the opportunity to realize that their shadow
and hers were always one.

she wavered gently between,
so that one always had the choice
whether to drift or drown.

she forgot no one—
even the animals
traced her absence.