You might be a lantern
On a river
I will never see how you shine
Unless I follow you into the sea
On a boat
Among flowers in multitudes
Breeze that crisps the winter snow
Around in circles the petals roam
When the tide turns and rivers meander
The trees will wilt in moonlight
Dipping their twigs in reflections of crystal ships
Pastoral deciduous trees waving their leaves in a million shakes
Swaying in a billion angles of angel grace
Down by the river where the petulant flowers turn grey and sulk