Yarn Spinner

Oh children of desperate breaths,

I saw you from a distance beyond the waves

Beyond the daggers

Beyond the graves

And told a lost friend I was lost for words.

Sulayma replied:

Say

Where was I to have saved you

Little girl with a blue dress

Say

Little girl with a blue dress,

Why did you not scream louder.

I might have heard you.

I could have come.

I would have swam.

Say

Little blue dress,

Why did you not save her.

Why were you not her wings and her boat.
Curse the blue dress you wore

And the hands that made your dress

And the hands that dressed you

And the hands that left you

And the hands that drowned you

Curse the ocean that took you

Curse the air that betrayed you

Curse the sky that joins us, protects me and leaves you

Curse the sky’s eyes that watched me that night and forgot you

Curse your little voice that did not reach me

Curse the tears that betrayed you when they joined the ocean

Curse the ocean that betrayed you.

Little girl with a blue dress

Curse me and curse your little blue dress

Curse the love I did not know I had for you till you left

Curse your voice that stays with me

And your little blue dress

Curse the sand that was cold under your cold body

You and all the stories you did not yet become now live in me.

Curse your voice that did not reach me

Say

Little girl with a blue dress and curly hair and little hands

Is there freedom in heaven?

Say

I love you and I am sorry

Oh child of desperate breaths,

Go paint the stories untold,

And you guardians of sanctuaries

That tear on the tip of the flame

Will one day

Catch you

Burn you

Bleed you

Bury you

Drown you.

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