Songbird

She was blind, but could see  
everything. Nothing held back  
the girl with moonbeams for eyes,  
 
feeling the gardens she walked,  
through dozing dewdrop buds,  
and stepping from tangerine  
puddle to tangerine puddle,  
 
rippling away rain clouds from  
the sky at her feet, as she shook  
constellations from her hair,  
while birds sang from her throat.