Lover's Gifts VIII: There Is Room For You

There is room for you. You are alone with your few sheaves of rice.

My boat is crowded, it is heavily laden, but how can I turn you

away? Your young body is slim and swaying; there is a twinkling

smile in the edge of your eyes, and your robe is  coloured like the

rain cloud.

    The travellers will land for different roads and homes. You

will sit for a while on the prow of my boat, and at the journey's

end none will keep you back.

    Where do you go, and to what home, to garner your sheaves? I

will not question you, but when I fold my sails and moor my boat

I shall sit and wonder in the evening, -Where do you go, and to

what home, to garner your sheaves?