The willow trails its yellow branch
\nin the stream.
\nTime ticks away through seasons,
\npast the tiger eye of the sun.
\nWhere do the ages end?
\nWhere does the air stop
\nand hang in forever\u2019s stillness?
\nWhere does a boy leave his heart?
\nI circle my arms around his life.
\nHow does one ask eternity
\nto never complete a page,
\nyet go on?<\/p>\n
Perhaps love has more to do with fate,
\nthan fate with love.
\nI know nothing of the world
\nthat creates the boy.
\nWhy the world is here,
\nis the world\u2019s business.
\nTime drops away.
\nA boy\u2019s eyes shine.
\nAn old man keeps faith.
\nEverything is and remains
\nin its truthfulness.
\nThat\u2019s enough for destiny,
\nit\u2019s enough for me.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The willow trails its yellow branch in the stream. Time ticks away through seasons, past the tiger eye of the sun. Where do the ages…<\/p>\n