as the light Bryan Salazar “did you whistle, my child, like the wind? i barely see you, save a drying tear; all the light reduced to holes up there pinned rays astray that never wished to be here. come a little closer to me, come try, there is a path, a hope, past the rubble; but i did promise you then, didn’t i, that it would come and go a mere whistle? can you say a word, or open your eyes? my child, come gaze at all these stars i see, please, never have i seen such clearer skies, please, come to me, here with me, beside me—” somewhere a song is sung to the calm night a lullaby to souls lost as the light. 43