boy soprano

amidst a long walk
to nowhere special
I saw her
plucking wishes
        in a field of battered
fantasies

she had tomorrow eyes
that housed more heart
than an elephant's chest

that made my soul squeal
in vibrant saxophone tones
(spitting wild
electron-
            songs)like high-
pitch moans of a boy soprano
in the unfamiliar flash
of my own
ghosts;

I was dead
in my tracks;

she said 'hello.'
4 years later
she said 'goodbye.'

and I haven't heard
          my soul
      sing
since.