when transitions are transparent
the meanings are not hard to search
nor music too loud to hear
the subtleties of silences are felt
just as teh dropping of autumn leaves
does not cause despair
now that i am standing on threshold of the new year
i hope miracles will continue to happen
the young voice of future will come our way
his mother will not sway
his moods in the disappointing directions
and the clouds will keep
hot sunlight away
at least soem transitions are opaque, even if
temporarily