The willow weeps the nightshades fall
The evening breezes softly call
From faraway a bird takes flight
And flies aloft into the night !
My heart is full it overflows
My eyes tear up the sadness grows,
I wish I knew which path to tred
My errant star glows overhead !
But who am I to make complaint
My soul is lost and lacks restraint
What e’er I do will be okay
For God alone does guide my way !
Claire V. Bogdanos 