You have abandoned the day
to hide your secrets.
I keep your hand, hang the moon
in these dark trees as an offering.
It’s late, but then on the table —
a pot of tea and two cups, waiting.
You have abandoned the day
to hide your secrets.
I keep your hand, hang the moon
in these dark trees as an offering.
It’s late, but then on the table —
a pot of tea and two cups, waiting.
