A single leaf descends there
slow dancer in the glow;
you lift your eyes to follow
and suddenly you know
That life is just a moment
between the rise and rest;
the moon becomes a teacher
of quiet doing best
We share a cup of wonder
too warm for autumn nights;
our silence grows its meaning
like flame in gentle lights
The leaf lands on the water
and neither of us speaks—
sometimes to see is wiser
than all the truth one seeks