I see you better now, shaded in deeper blue. Hardly needing to carry the find-your-way lamp down to the river. Tonight flies a better moon.
Sad water buffalo lie fast near the shallows; a splash revealing the fly-catching fishes. Dark Gods silently watching. Tonight flies a better moon.
I guess you've known lovers here, compliant in passion; softly laid in the old reed bed, harshly lit in the noon sun. Tonight flies a better moon.
Now cloaked in this milky light, new as the virgin dawn, shrouded sweetly in all kinds of mystery, you turn, smile and then are gone. Tonight flies a better moon.
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