Reminiscences, intimations, apologia and other garbled sounds from a man at rest.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
I Behold You
The acacia tree
rained shimmering jade
below its bowers
where you and I slept the night
on soft ground, on a blanket of ferns.
Last night I chanced to see
the radiance of your face
in the first glimmer of moonlight
and in early morn the splendor of your bearing
imposed on the glorious light of dawn .
I wonder now if you are prettiest
in sunlight or in the glow of a full moon.