Yes, the world is falling apart,

But for now, here, in this space,

It is quiet with music and candle:

Notturno No 3: Dreams of love,

Mixed with sandalwood and vanilla,

A fire crackling sweet brick-sound.

Last night, we strolled the city

Attended the symphony,

Before that, we walked forest paths,

Alive with the greenest moss-ways,

Fronds of pine, marked our path

Along the sweet, swollen river.

I found the crows there,

The ones who have disappeared

From our quiet winter sky.

They spoke our arrival to the trees,

Their cries echoing generations.

Yes, the world is chaos, but here

We do not need to know it.

Not now. Not later in this day.

I have permission from the universe

You see, to be happy anyway.