Sunset

Some Saturn evening in late June

Let us leave our lamps alone;

Set our children quietly by us,

And watch the sun’s rays diminish

Within the thin shells of our home.

We might see the shadows rise

Upon the walls as our forefathers

Forefathers in Kyushu used to do

On their walls made of bamboo

And rice paper. We could frame

The final hour in silence,

Hear the wind chase the night

Feel that fading invade the place

Where lights always prop our days.