Soon

Everything looks useless, going to get worse Wind blows from a seascape, dying to converse Changes are unnoted from a closest range Later they show up, like it’s nothing strange Where to this winding path takes a lead I assume it’s heading on to a narrow street Once I lived here happily in the house below But I can’t be sure now, this was long ago Sun is dazzling bright today, it's minus twenty four January takes over, all the rest withdraw Soon this winter day will fail in a twilight gleam Soon the night will come with you in my solace dream.