A Poet Song

Dark Clown


The night distills a soft white light,
The night distills silence.
Black branches brush across the stars;
I walk in a deserted park
Breaking the dry leaves under my feet …
Leaves that have littered a wooden seat
Where lovers sat in silence …
Leaves that now litter an empty seat.

Nearby there is a silver pool, quivering,
Ripples that float the moon …
Nearby there are tall trees, restlessly,
They shake beneath the moon …
Little one, I walk alone …
And when I feel your ghost is with me,
I sing her a poet song.

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