The night owl never knows
the hour of calling.
The moon cannot shine
without the dark beside it.
Yesterday’s light
still leaves its shadow.
I believe love
requires sacrifice.
The owl keeps crying,
the night keeps wandering.
Still, I wait for you
without hesitation,
like a distant cuckoo’s call.
Summer moves in rhythm
I sit alone
in the midnight mist.
Love comes late sometimes—
or fades into nowhere.