Why the rush
the eagerness to know?
sunset is not yet
the day still retains its glow-

rest will soothe my bones by dusk
and sleep will accompany  me till the morrow
there will be time abundant to ponder
I won't allow any anxiety to grow-

how patient is the rosebud
time it abides by to silently blow
summer walks just behind spring
in the right season it will follow--

and you, my beloved
away too soon I shouldn't go
my hidden words are yet to unfold
the moon its full radiance is waiting to proudly show.