The sky grey and gloomy
contrasted with subtle ease
the trembling damp branches
of fire-colored maple leaves
As if the mountain were ablaze -
contained by the gentle mist
It was all held securely
Still, the stillness, I resist
What is it that I'm afraid of?
And what reason do I have to doubt?
As if the One who tames the fires
would ever leave me here without
Can't the fires of a failing mind
be tamed by the Autumn mist?
So, why do I burn with such remorse
clinching worn memories in my fist?
Go to sleep, dear child
It all fades away in the end
There's no way to tame the wild
or grasp for the Autumn wind
Find rest in what is true
when there's nowhere else to go
There's nothing for you to do
and nothing else for you to know
Apr 28
Apr 28, 2026 at 12:36 AM UTC
The sky grey and gloomy
contrasted with subtle ease
the trembling damp branches
of fire-colored maple leaves
As if the mountain were ablaze -
contained by the gentle mist
It was all held securely
Still, the stillness, I resist
What is it that I'm afraid of?
And what reason do I have to doubt?
As if the One who tames the fires
would ever leave me here without
Can't the fires of a failing mind
be tamed by the Autumn mist?
So, why do I burn with such remorse
clinching worn memories in my fist?
Go to sleep, dear child
It all fades away in the end
There's no way to tame the wild
or grasp for the Autumn wind
Find rest in what is true
when there's nowhere else to go
There's nothing for you to do
and nothing else for you to know
It's not for me to know
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