“Silly Poet,
What do you write?
What are you thinking
On this deep dark night?”
I’m writing a song
For my sweet love
who broke my heart
and left it burnt.
I’m thinking about
A sky grey
With ashes falling
Instead of rain.
“Oh, Silly Poet,
Let it be.
You can’t fix yourself
With a rhyme or three.”
The silly Poet laughs
And continues living all the lives
That were created
Through the silly poet’s rhymes.
Never forget the battle
That was once your glory and light~