Today the etymologist
spoke through chattering teeth,
under the trees,
out in the cold;
speaking not in rhymes and riddles,
but telling the truth -
Only have to listen,
but did they even try?
Spoke her feelings and thoughts,
however selfish, strange, unexpected,
whatever it may sound like.
Through the smoky looking-glass -
there every other day but this one -
they can now see everything.
Her fires, her winters,
her hopes and dreams,
the love and rich spectrem of emotions,
laid out for all to see.
Every word ever spoken,
every one she ever loved.
Tears and heartache -
to be read like a book.
...Today the etymologist spoke the truth
for the first time.