Out of a jewelry box--
came a soul.
Creating a body from candle wax,
and fashioning feathers from locust leaves,
it said itself a songbird.
From the hand of the Boho Goddess--
came night, bouzouki stars, pendant suns.
Little songbird, no bigger than a breath--
how empty the world--
and the wooden box
of my heart suspended--
when you're gone.