A path where
The moon rose
In hues of soft-silk,
Silvered grey-tones
Against the night-dark.
A black-patina canal
And the moonwake
Outwitted the star-shine,
Following the night-walker's
Rhythmic soft-steps.
A moment's pause
Before the moonglow
Gave way to dawn-light.
As thoughts moon-reflected,
Then walked on in silver-light.
