Song Far in the Evening
ride distant the blade of moon,
bend low the open field of sky,
low in silky dew-moist gown,
sweetly diamond nails studding,
lamplight miles sailing home.
Song far in the evening,
draw faces nigh the open door,
footsteps across the wooden bridge,
across the ripened valley floor,
heed young girls timeless dreaming,
hands soft as silent petal rose.
Song far in the evening,
do not die like fallen sons,
bring home their letters written wise,
home to brides and chosen ones,
whisper names in mournful calling,
left to bleed on desert ground.
September 6, 2005
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