. They say the sun will come back at midnight after all my one love but we know how the minutes fly out into the dark trees and vanish like the great ʻōhiʻas and honey creepers and we know how the weeks walk into the shadows at midday at the thought of the months I reach for your hand it is not something one is supposed to say we watch the bright birds in the morning we hope for the quiet daytime together the year turns into air but we are together in the whole night with the sun still going away and the year coming back —W.S. Merwin THE SOLSTICE Rain in the Trees .