We are  
stillness  
Before water break
Tenthousand ripples,  
Silent calling
Of midnight crane,  
And light  
Soft
Dancer
on the air
On the surface tension balance of
all things unknown.  

A warm wind  
Carrying the scent  
Of forgotten old summers,  
Cut through me.  

Tears
Here,  
Where the river bends  
And time and your pale thighs surrender,  
We are nothing but  
Two lines  
Crossed in a hidden current,  
Lost somewhere inside
the moon’s  
Secret arc