The Bow Moon

From the dawn, Take San,

Ungathered star,

Follow me back through night

Till I recapture

Evening.

( The bending hours of darkness

Sway apart like lilies

Before the backward-blowing wind. )

At last,

Bearing in her mysterious bosom

Unravished beauty,

Dark Yesterday rises to view against her silent sky

Irrevocable... secret...

Confronting the fantastic dream

Of an impossible Tomorrow.

And that frail bridge,

Delicate, immutable,

Which rises higher than the moon,

More everlasting than the fading sky,

Joining What-was-not with What-might-have-been,

That bridge were named “Today”

If I had loved you, Take San,

If you had loved me.