The moon distills a soft blue light,
The moon distills silence.
Black clouds huddle across the stars;
I walk in deserted gardens
Breaking the dry leaves under my feet ...
Leaves have littered the marble seat
Where the lovers sat in silence ...
Leaves have littered the empty seat ...
Down there the black pool, quiveringly,
Ripples the floating moon ...
Down there the tall trees, restlessly,
Shake beneath the moon ...
Beloved, I walk alone ...
What ghost is this that walks with me,
Always in darkness walks with me?