Heiroglyphic stars
spark indecipherable messages
on a stone sky,

Ancient eyes understand
that time is tangible, O! to be young again
and not foolish,

The sapling bends with the wind,
By the time the will is strong
the song has faded,

We should be as cats,
They never keep track
of how close they are to nine,

Wisdom, I’ve heard, is whispered on the wind,
I stand bewildered as it whistles past,
mere echo to my slow ears.