To Remember Is To Recall
All Our Fragile Designs

Remember
When we gazed at the sky
And the trees were awash with longing,
And I said, "The light of autumn is the light of melancholy
             The light of nostalgia on its way to the grave."

But you consoled me
For you replied, "But the stars they envy us, beloved.
                  Though theirs is a veil of miracles
                  Beyond all pale of understanding,
                      They too are mortal
                  Though they remain serene through
                      The passing of a billion generations
                  What do they know of love?"