What the Night Has to Say

The trees promise

to remember us

when we end

The water that is forever

darkening vows to carry

us in its hands

The earth’s long arms

swear to sing their lullaby

with two voices

So little the stone

that swallows our sadness

as if it knew the private language

of pain

So great the stars

that are never here

long enough

for counting

Listen to the night

as it flies from morning

on the backs of birds