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I see you better now, shaded in deeper blue. |
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Hardly needing to carry the find-your-way lamp |
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Down to the river. |
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Tonight flies a better moon. |
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Sad water buffalo lie fast near the shallows; |
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A splash revealing the fly-catching fishes. |
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Dark gods silently watching. |
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Tonight flies a better moon. |
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I guess you've known lovers here, compliant in passion; |
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Softly laid in the old reed bed, harshly |
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Lit in the noon sun. |
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Tonight flies a better moon. |
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Now cloaked in this milky light, new as the virgin dawn, |
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Shrouded sweetly in all kinds of mystery, |
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You turn, smile and then are gone. |
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Tonight flies a better moon. |
