Darling, your wish is fraught
with flowering moonlight.
Empty is the space you approach in luminous darkness.
Joy drowns within the grief of the sea,
and motionless is my prophecy.
Your moon is a candle flame in great sky.
No genie’s gift can inspire
the swimming of grief below it.
Envious Beauty, your grace
but our night together flowers
in the moonlight.
Iris Moon -- Pyracantha