So alive.

I could hear you breathing.

Is that a moan?

Maybe it was the wind.

Is that a rustle of clothing?

Maybe someone else is in the garden.

Is that a sigh?

I heard a sigh.

Are you tired of standing still?

Is that a tear on your cheek?

Your eyes look sad.

Reflecting a remorse so deep

that I can feel it.

What else do I feel?

A whisper of breath on my face.

Are you breathing, dear one?

Are you alive beneath the stone?

Raise your head.

Look me in the eye.

It’s time to be free.

Let your soul be free

and soar above on your wings.

Take flight, dear one.

Take flight.