Empty Within

If I don’t hear a bird chirp or flutter

It’s time I haven’t heard myself enough

If I don’t see a yellow leaf turning round and falling down

It’s time to move veils from my sight 

If I did not notice that my friend is upset

It is time that I haven’t met myself enough

If my hands don’t rise to give

I haven’t had enough of sorrow

If my words haven’t been a melody recently

I haven’t heard the music of the sun and stars

If lately, my dreams let me sleep

I am empty within and dense too far