Standing facing towards the sea
as Autumn is upon us
allowing tears for what is lost
When you were little, I would sleep beside you,
now when night falls I light candles
to remind you that
the darkness, like sleep, is only temporary.
I would place the white flower in your hand,
and stand with you while we look together
at what has passed.
Water rushing over stones in the river knows,
just as the stones know.
We know, too, rushing and standing, both,
living torn between regret and desire
we know, too, that the tiger’s spring
is powered by his crouch. That it is the pause
between notes that lends music its beauty