Cloudless Moon
She laid still as if for ages.
On the flowerbed the jasmine pulls her in
Hiding her from the soft glow of the moon,
Vines whisk in to cover her white breasts.
A picture torn –
Her head lay on the cloudless pillow
Where rock and silt form
Lilies and frogs scatter the ashes of the woman once known.
On the flowerbed the jasmine pulls her in
Hiding her from the soft glow of the moon,
Vines whisk in to cover her white breasts.
A picture torn –
Her head lay on the cloudless pillow
Where rock and silt form
Lilies and frogs scatter the ashes of the woman once known.