As dusk arises for another day,
She wakes abruptly to the noise.
The sky is speechless; no words to say,
She must retain composure.
The dawn shuts down the day again,
The moon is now just sleeping,
For stillness wakes, her only friend…
The flowers now are weeping.
There is no reason why they left –
No clue is to be found.
In the rock, she is the cleft,
the emptiness around.
In a prayer, trembling, seeking,
Words cannot express.
For in the sunrise, hurrying, keeping
Past and Present’s Regret.