My Hands Let Go

You stroked a bliss into my being

tell me our nights were a lie

and the lotus called me from her waiting

bidding me to open my heart

So we danced in the river

collecting the stories of salmon

did you not hear them too

their wisdom said to allow

But now the moon turns with only one face

and the night grew cold and starless

the light flew out of my hands

perhaps this heart was a bird