Why do you look so sad, my lovely one?
The world seems cold and dark to me today.
Don’t you have hours that you feel this way?
I do. Such feelings cannot be outrun.
What say you that we lay and rest a bit?
The restlessness I feel’s my own, I fear:
And though you’ll touch me, I will not be here.
Still, we can try – that much you must admit –
Where are your thoughts right now, if you can say?
They’re on the world itself, so full of dread:
‘Tween what-should-be and what-we-have-instead.
Oh, wow. That’s more than I can hug away —
We lay and listened to the morning birds;
For some things can’t be fixed by deeds or words.