Friday, 3 August 2012
The cicada sings a mournful song
To somebody out there who doesn't hear,
The mate who may not exist.
Or one who has refused to listen.
It calls out one last time
A swan song of someone
Who has waited a lifetime
Until she can't wait no more.
The last note has been sung,
A sad melody that echoes the cold.
Once again, the night is still.
((( 1996 )))
photo courtesy of desktop nexxus