Welcome the night
And its good friend, the moon.
Do not take flight
From the man in the moon.
Let the moon take over
From the sun’s bright reign,
As the sun takes cover
Without feeling pain.
A thick blanket will fall,
Giving security.
Darkness will cover all,
With its fine purity.
For the sun, we need not pine.
Don’t waste time mourning.
After the stars twinkle and shine,
The sun rises each morning.
Welcome the night
And its friend, the moon.
Don’t take flight
From the man on the moon.
Let the moon take over,
From the sun’s bright reign.
Let the sun take cover,
Without hesitation or pain.
A thick blanket will fall,
Covering the earth with security.
Darkness will cover all
With its grace and purity.
The stars will twinkle and shine.
For the sun, do not pine.
It will return tomorrow morning,
With no need for any worrying.
Welcome the night
And its good friend, the moon.
Do not take flight
From the man in the moon.
Let the moon take over
From the sun’s bright reign.
Let the sun take cover
Without severe pain.
A thick blanket will fall,
Giving the earth security.
Darkness will cover all
With its fine grace and purity.
For the sun, no need to pine.
Don’t waste precious time mourning.
The stars will twinkle and shine.
The sun will rise come morning.
Welcome the night
And its good friend, the moon.
Do not take flight
From the man in the moon.
Let the moon take over
From the sun’s bright reign.
Let the sun take cover
Without severe pain.
A thick blanket will fall,
Giving the earth security.
Darkness will cover all
With its fine grace and purity.
For the sun, no need to pine.
Don’t waste precious time mourning.
The stars will twinkle and shine.
The sun will rise come morning.
Welcome the night
And its friend, the moon.
Don’t take flight
From the man in the moon.
Let the moon take over
From the sun’s bright reign.
Let the sun take cover
Without hesitation or pain.
A thick blanket will fall,
Covering the earth with security.
Darkness will cover all
With its grace and purity.
The stars will twinkle and shine.
For the sun, do not pine.
It will return tomorrow morning
With no need for any worrying.
I reach for it.
I clench my fist.
I can’t grasp it.
It flows through my fingers.
It can’t be stopped.
I drop my hand,
and bow my head to it.
After the rain,
the streets sparkle.
The sun shines.
Kids play ball.
Bicycles ride by.
Couples walk hand in hand.
The air sings with laughter,
drifting from diners at the sidewalk cafe.
A dog sleeps in the shadows.
A new day.
The waves propel me forward.
I’m here, my love.
I’ve come to bask
in your glow.
I’ll warm in the heat
of your fire.
Too hot.
I’m melting.
I’ve come too close.
View of Mt. Fuji from Mt. Tenjo on a cloudy winter morning
THE FIGHT
Night into day.
Day into night.
I’m swept away
As I hold tight.
The night numbs me,
Making me cold.
The days rush by
As I grow old.
I prefer day
When the sun shines.
The night is fey,
Dark through the pines.
Night into day.
Day into night.
Days become grey,
No strength to fight.
A NEW BEGINNING
The rain hits the puddles
in a staccato rhythm.
A mesmerizing sound.
Tree branches hang low,
weighed heavy with water.
Flowers lift shiny faces
for their morning washing.
The cold, crisp rain
refreshes and renews.
The clouds drip dry.
The sun returns
to brighten the day.
The air smells clean.
A new day dawns.
A new beginning.
SUSANNE LEIST 