Unsaid

Even the darkness has spread

Even the moon has come out
Even if you already feel the cold air
Even if you have heard the song of cricket
Even if you can see the brilliance of the firefly
Even the short and long hand of the clock has become one
You can come to me
I will hear the cry of your mind

Even sometimes I am enveloped in darkness

Even sometimes as quiet as I am the moon
Even sometimes the air is as cold as mine
At least sometimes I’m as nervous as cricket
Even if I only once shone like a firefly
I would never count the sound of the clock hand
I’ll just sit next to you
And listen carefully.