12. Moonlight River

Black horse, strolling alone, to the river
He lowers his neck and drinks the water
Black clouds, shading the rays from the sky

White horse, treading alone, to the river
She lowers her neck and drinks the water
Black clouds, fusing the shadow into the night

Gradually the clouds disperse, and the moon
Shines warmly on the black horse
It lifts up its head and looks around
The white horse has disappeared.


(Aug 23,2004)

by Eugene Issaus

Comments (1)

I like it very much.