Wisdom

By Rajika Bajgain

I know there is no truth 

in the draw of the wine-dark river.

I know each light on the trees 

is a star breathed alive by a blessing.

I know your absence sweetens your memory, 

and that it's not your fault, 

nor is it mine.

I know, I know,

but like crystal dew on the lips of dawn 

the tears just fall so freely.