Once the fear is confronted
how simple it all appears ,
as if , it were all lilies
swaying their head to a rich gush of wind .
No more are the feet lost
no more do the roads seem a stranger .
The timid heart , which used to peep
through the closet
and collect the crumbled auburn autumn leaves
now beats to the rhythm of all seasons .
And the little boy who was afraid of ghosts
now sleeps with faith at heart
for he knows
that a night without the moon
does not mean a sky without stars.
(Poem and photograph)