It came with sunshine

It came with sunshine

And rested here until it sang its song

and with care was fed so it would stay

and with warmth was trusted to give us "hope"

and with joy was taken so it made us soar

Then, though still I know not the reason why ,

we closed our hands into hard fists

and closed them stiff until its song was killed

and kept on clenching until it stopped to breath

and kept on closing until its heart stood still

-and still that day some hope there was

because struggling, it moved and cried for help!-

but inflexibly we kept on clenching fists

until we broke its bones and core

we kept on closing until we choked its flight

we kept on tightening until its blood ran dry

and with the greatest hate that ever was

we blamed the other for the end of spring

And I don’t know if still there is

enough forgiveness to erase the stains,

I still don’t know if still there is

enough insight to heal the scars,

I still don’t know if still there is

enough kindness to mend our hearts ,

I still don’t know if still there is

enough hope to “dare to dream”

No matter what I surely know

despite the paths that we might cross

we will be haunted by remaining stains ;

despite the breeze we might breathe in

we won’t be lifted up high once more;

despite the melodies we might bring out

Its wooing trill will follow us;

whichever deed we shall decide

its broken wings will fault our bended backs,

its cracked bones will sink us with despair,

its rotten blood will be the thirst that never ends

The dream we dreamed and then we killed

will barely let us walk straight ;

the bird we taught on skies and breeze

shall be our shadow until that lasting rest

Beatriz Illescas Putzeys