I wore my hair red as the feathers of a robin's breast for 163 days until the time had come to let you fly free. I listen quietly to your birdsong; and it brings me peace just as surely as you bring the Spring. I keep myself alive with mewzik and I make room to dream. I "tell myself I'm not afraid". And from afar, I watch you shine brighter than ever, marvelous star. My ero, you are.