The songs of two battle-bloodied birds
The last green leaf of a blighted bay
The love that grows inside me now
The new love it pulls in its wake

Breathe out dullness and hopes neglected
Breathe in fullness and nerves electric

The best spells are made of letting go
Not reaching or climbing, but saying no
There's no room in any heart for both something new and something broken

Only wish for luck and more wishes
Let go of desires selfish

They warn you about the emptiness
Where fools rush in — but you're a fool too
Or they tell you it will come when you stop looking
So you stop
Still your hope blocks the door
And you can't clear your mind
Of the pictures they planted
Of happiness as commodity
Or the life you planned
In the love you planned
Still your hope blocks the door
Until you learn to say no
Until you let go