Along a path I
stroll at dawn
a priestess appeared from a dream
she turned into a spotted fawn
along a path I stroll at dawn
then suddenly I stood upon
a field of violets by a stream
along a path I stroll at dawn
a priestess appeared from a dream.
Dusk Triolet
At dusk, the field
seemed almost blue—
your lilies folded in light sleep
I dreamed at your wake, you woke too
at dusk, the field seemed almost blue
the moon hidden behind a yew
though rivers ran so dark and deep
at dusk, the field seemed almost blue
your lilies folded in light sleep.
