Committed to Memory
The leaves are never silent when they fall
Sound fills the forest, a steady spill of sound
Like water over stone. If you could but hear it
You would understand the trees
Do not let go so easily, do not release
Their hold without a murmur. Neither will I
Release your hand without protest.
You will not leave in silence
When you leave. When you leave
A steady spill of tears will sound
Like water over stone
If you could but hear it.