Shades
In a forest without any treeswhere feelings and memoriessuperimoposed by an image of youare caught on the morning dew
Swim in a lake at the first light of daywhere children and swans go to play,right in the wake of your perfect bodyand sing of unity
An English garden where willows grow talltheir shadows caught on a wallThe sound of weeping so soft in the breezea buzzle of falling leaves
A night has many shadesit can last for many daysand hurt in many wayslike the force of a rising tidewhen the moon floats by