Knight by night

All things  frail but there is one,
Who is a tender knight by night

Who holds frail hand, in its fall
Like a leaf falls loose from tree.

He holds words from their fall.
He holds them in their free fall

Like golden leaves falling free,
Like hand he holds from a fall.

(following Rilke’s beautiful poem Autumn)

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