Summer days have long since paled,
Autumn songs are sounding.
The sea, the woods, the hills, the trees
All awaiting the season’s twilight.
Birds journeying far on the horizon,
Only Evergreens are left shining.
Grief, like the bee’s transparent wings
Sheds its cloaking with the sun’s
It grows quiet on the road,
And the hurried day starts to dusk.
We each carry our load home, but you
Are always the last, even though your burden
Is the lightest.
And as the night stumbles upon us,
You are still left out there alone in the dark
Trying to bring home the entirety of the moon.
The essence of the soul always carry within
Its own opposition. The wings carrying our life
Are sprung from vulnerability as much as the flight
Is fueled by gravity does grace become ruthless
When it serves the weak.
You tether your soul
To the heaviest rock,
To the deepest isle
Where your thoughts reach
Into the bottomless pit
Where miles of darkness
Hide the light from your sight.
But if you let me,
I can show you how
To use your soul as an anchor,
Letting it sink into that
Beautiful light on the other surface
Of the ocean.