Fleeting moments
I try to catch the Fleeting flitting moments
Running after them like I used to run after each child
Bringing them closer to keep them safe

The lone eagle in the setting  sky
Last one to go home
and now the moon is all alone
all mine

The house is resounding with sounds of the day
The teacups and the tea
The kehwa aroma still lingers  even after I’ve finished the washing


I go outside and sit by the moon
We understand the language of silence
The taste of aloneness

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