There is no moon tonight
and in the lilac dark,
hearts break.
There are no stars,
No air
for breathing, only scent
of honeysuckle sweet,
Too sweet to bear.
Here in quiet, again
the still time comes
when sadness pierces,
Seeking something it cannot explain:
A taste
of pomegranates in rough dark?
Perhaps.
It fades away,
And life grows shorter
by another day.