The trickle of my words
Is a river of pages
That have learned their bounds only in the temptation of the sun
What the day would not teach them
The moon bade unto them
One by one
The secrets of the stars
And how quickly you shine
When you know the sky
Even as the lights before my eyes
Learn their fading
As the last song to be sung
When the dandelions no longer yellow in their intentions learn to give themselves up to the wind
These are seeds of hope
May they be for tomorrow
When you have nothing left for today
As simple still, as hands held in the dark
You have learned the secret of the dust
Settling so quickly
While the feet of the remorseless still raise
What the sun looks upon only in shame
Her remorse says little
To the promises wound between the crossing of your fingers