Apparently they were very close in the past.

She looks and sounds sympathetic; so little happiness.


The three wishes. Did none became true?

Almost one, an amber.


A few birds are signing. I lay my ear against the vibration.

The colors make sound, a misty poem, a moment not own.


The chimney smokes softly; time is nothing, time is all.

Answer when your friends call.


Back to the pillows, back to the bed.

Don't worry things ahead.