Amidst the streams of the river

The flow

Was achanging

And autumn rain unfolded its charm



With the thorns of absence

So sweet to your skin

In the dusty veils of morning

You had forgiven all bearing



The land blessed the manifold

Faces of your love

The garden

Lies asleep

The grave unclouded

And we dance about a fallen sun



Night-moths on her wings...

A staggering moon