Thursday, November 1, 2012

Solo Symphony










Leaves fall in your eyes when Autumn is gone -
you refuse to conform your bloom to Spring.

You are a radiant moon,
promising night the guidance you give.

I am not unaware of the burden
of the sky upon your weary shoulders,

but it is only dark when the sun retreats -

when the light abounds,
how can you grieve so silently?

How can you determine 
the worth of one day
by the events of a thousand before?