The Hopelessness of Passing Time and the Melancholy of Unalterable Past Events
Adam Kalmbach, Jute Gyte
An indescribable sadness hung over
These shifting forms and structures
The hopelessness of passing time
And the melancholy
Of unalterable past events
Quiet over the hilltops now
Woodland birdsong ceased
Alone
Beneath the sky I stand again
Wait, weary one:
Soon, like these
We may also cease