By Eli Heart PZ ’26
Therein the wood lies time untold in word
Till pouring crows release a somber song
And quiver more each leaf to add a verse
And lost the same as snow has come and gone
But worry not. Oh worry not.
Stay young
When sunlight gives beneath a winter white
It’s missed how laughter marks the lonesome tongue
Shall come again— seldom the same delights
So linger unbeknownst of setting suns
I save you dear of sin I have become
I wipe your tears which leave you raw and numb
To squinting eyes in search of constancy
I leave you one thing never left to me
Beware of sorrow, for you owe them none
The life in you shall bloom by sweetened sun
Drum forward, stir the crows from where they long
And magnify this pitiful swan song
I’ll miss the way that word flows off your tongue
I’ll miss your teary eyes,
my little one
But worry not of when the singing’s done
And worry not. Oh worry not.
Stay young
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