Lantern

It’ll be midnight

in an hour.

Meet me by the bookshelves.

We can slip

between the people

and their thoughts

unmuddled

by desire.

It’ll soon be past

the hour.

Meet me near the

fountain.

Never mind the lovers.

They don’t let go.

As how the air holds

jasmine.

It will be eternity when

another hour passes.

Meet me by the lantern.

As I wonder

if that light

leads you 

toward another

love there.
The chime, the bell, the chord

The time has passed without

an answer.

Meet me by the track

as the shade

is let down

by the station master.

Reviews

[. serah .]

-- beautiful poem... truly moving... though the final image filled me with fear...