the bells

I step into the river of breeze on the terrace.
Some bells tinker in the distance,
moonlit white, it's a quiet night otherwise.
Them stars afar, tinker silently
reminding who is the passerby.
Immovable, their light is ageless
millions have gone, and millions will come by
it's humbling
it's wonderful, this night sky
wind chimes tinker nearby

the house

they came one by one
and they left
now this is a house full
of memories
and the corners of cobwebs
once in a while
when fresh air flows by
them corners reveal
the past gone by
such is the circle of life
what came has to go
what goes
never comes by

and so it is

this year, the summer seems early
warm winds flow now
the throat feels dry
it's a mountain climb
the day's friendly
and a blue arched sky

where I came from
where I will be
those thoughts disppear
it's a story for another try
but this noon I am here
and so it is
for this noon, this day
this night sky

Fatigue

the days have been tough
o starry night
the song of the river is forgotten
in this madness of a life

the days have been rough
o starry night
there hasn't been a respite
so merciless, this war

for what do we live
for what do we fight
you owe an answer
o starry night