When clouds pour forth our empty pearls of fears,
Don’t let your tender tears be washed away:
All love ends like this anyway
After, or during, the artifice of years.
Don’t bear remembrance like shrapnel, I beg you,
Nor let it tarnish, like buckles on your shoes.
Look above the rooftops and the streetlights
And watch converging sunsets, light from light;
Infer those songbirds in their v-shaped flights,
Dwindling or enlarging to our lone sights.