Daylights turns softly
The reasons for winter
come upon the day as early fall.
I wish upon my soul a wish I wished
for you. As a child I knew,
what was not said without a word for it.
Is there a word for sorrow?
I would before a smile know only one thing.
But I know one more generous.
In the evening it had been so long since
I have walked along the shore.
The ocean was generous one day.
And they used that to start a conversation,
to heal a young boy and from one day to another
one kindness to another.