Her ears can see

In the moment’s stretch immeasurably beautifully

is the unfolding of her lips

if flames had a voice then she spoke

or else silence echoed deeper than in the mountains’ roots

is the shaping of tomorrow

and the blue ocean

remains in the sea-shells,

she can see

the colors of tomorrow in a flame yet to be lit.

softly,

where something that has left our world

sprinkles fragments of its shattered voice to her ears

can see.