NEVER ALONE UNTIL

An autumn night,
a time of dying,
full of life;
warm night,
a summer night,
in green September.
 
Here in midst of mourning,
here with ghosts,

thinking the day will not come;
the day when
a leaf will fall
and thought shall cease.

The leaves fall
green in warm September,
in time of dying;
the ghosts live
in me, the beloved,
ceasing when the leaf falls.

26.09.2020