I used to have a cherry tree outside my window
I took notes on the changes of its many moods
Then worms made a home and we cut off some branches
I'm not sure if that tree is still there by the window
Marked men were able to pass by the garden
Where everyone pretended that the water was glass
I never believed it, though I cut myself many times
And Reuben could see what the night tried to hide
though those petals did their darnedest to push through the ground
This too will pass if I let it
This too will fly if I wish it to
The notes in the journal that I asked you to keep
Answered none of my questions; the entries were short
You said that a light shot through your body one day
and a man from New Jersey gave you an award
This too will pass if I let it
This too will fly if I wish it to
Something was missing from the river that day
I couldn't believe that you saw what you said
You said that the colors shone through your skin that day
and though some of us can see, most are blind
This too will pass if I let it
This too will fly if I wish it to
I went to the garden to see how you were
You grow there like plants on an old gravestone do
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