the pale moon hides the darkness
against the fallen leaves

the rain stays deaf and heartless
at the melancholy it weaves

a tear or two drops gently
for yesterday’s forgotten vows

as a butterfly rests so silently
while the gentle wind blows

and with its feigned indifferece
the night blindly unfolds

reciting this mournful cadence
for the budding love it molds

10.24.2003.2.51.p.m.