The house stands bare and empty,
And sadness smoothly flows;
The changes in life accepting,
I whisper, ‘So it goes…’
Un-curtained panes are crying
Under the autumn rain;
The things that pass in flying
No one will then regain.
Wind-whirled leaves are spinning
In streets without a name;
It’s moving on to evening
That’ll never be the same.
The wings of night will cover
The streets and yards and ground,
And bonfire light will hover
In darkness all around;
The heartbeat keeps on streaming,
Entrapped between the days;
An endless bridge is gleaming,
Connecting our fates;
The house stands bare and empty,
And sadness wearily flows.
Another day expended.
The sleep comes. So it goes.