Bright Spring day’s promise.
Grasped by not holding,
Non-relenting
Is your call to setting . . .
Oh, Sun!

Scent-washed April night.
Lunar-lent landscapes,
Mystifying pull
Your soul-touch passing . . .
Oh, Moon!

Timeless the yearning.
Kept in keeping away,
You are magnetizing
This life on loan . . .
But, oh, when?