"I used to want buyers for my words. Now I wish someone would buy me away from words." [Rumi]
2014/11/26
Hushed conversation
Between us and this dusk
a hushed conversation:
faded hues in a time station.
You have the words,
I have the light:
music of the night.
And then a cold silence
of every leaf crumbling:
Winter is, indeed, coming.