In the garden
To watch
The Moon face
In black water.
So lovely,
Trembling
In the dark
But when I touch it
It departs…
In the same way
Once I saw your face
High in the darkness
Above me;
The gentle light
Cheered
But quickly disappeared;
The way you flee
And hide from me.
Distant as the Moon
In her quiet afternoon…
Solitary and white
In the starry heights.