Dark into the night where green trees roll over elephant walks
The moon sails the waters which ripple orange to its rabbit calls
One leaf falls to the wind drifting unhurried into the nightly cold
The woods stretch the shadows deeper to the frightened shore
I hold an eyelash and float to the wide sea of the saddest time
Into the aching deep around the froth of unremembered tides
Dark into the night, unbereft by the despair of all that went
Morning arrives, willed out in strands of scattered gold