Elend

Amidst the streams of the river, the flow was achanging
And autumn rain unfolded its 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