I see you better now, shaded in deeper blue.
Hardly needing to carry the find-your-way lamp
down to the river.

Tonight flies a better moon.
Sad water buffalo lie fast near the shallows;
a splash revealing the fly-catching fishes.

Dark Gods silently watching.
Tonight flies a better moon.


I guess you've known lovers here, compliant in passion;
softly laid in the old reed bed, harshly
lit in the noon sun.

Tonight flies a better moon.

Now cloaked in this milky light, new as the virgin dawn,

shrouded sweetly in all kinds of mystery,
you turn, smile and then are gone.
Tonight flies a better moon.