Red-eyed and desperately sad a girl in Colombia
Whispered to K-San
My sister is dead my sister
Whose life was mine.What can I do
K-San took her trembling hands
And warmed them between his own
Water and ice' he said his eyes shining 'Ice and water'
K-San sat up with her all night
He pointed out that
At the festival tomorrow
The Meddelín night shall be a huge canvas
For there will be fireworks
And they will light up your eyes
And you will feel more alive than ever before
Just as your sister would wish for you
And as she finally gently settled down to sleep
In the pre-dawn quiet he wrote her a poem
A clock a candle
The moon is finished grieving
The hour brightens