“If I keep a green bough in my heart,

 The singing bird will come”

-Chinese Proverb

I know the passing of the leaf

From sunrise into balmy noon

I know that winter is a thief,

Stealing warmth from sunset June

I’ll tell her again, but she’ll cry soon

The older we get is another day

To fill our eyes with a teardrop moon,

The moon that brings a wish to say

I am older now, “but not in that way”:

No stars yet from our room,

I cannot growl to keep the wolves at bay

Or shine a light onto your gloom

“We tried our best”, but the ending looms,

“Time now for our open door;

Come now, it is best now not to assume

That this continue anymore!”