Amidst the streams of the river
The flow
Was achanging

And autumn rain unfolded it's 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