When summer’s twilight warmed the Moongate Garden, soft breezes lit twin fires, feldspar and quartz, in rose granite, and my hand trembled as you entered through the gate of half-moons. Water circled, a calm pool, and the soft blush of the lotus laid bare my heart.
Nothing was yet forbidden. The trees shielded us even to their own gaze, their leafy whispers mingling with ours, their shadows lengthening over ours. Darkness, insatiate, spun round the breathless earth.
came the harvest moon
trapped in the water’s cold eye
ever by your tomb
A haibun written for Dverse's Haibun Monday 9/28/20: to the Moon! Click on Mr. Linky for more haibun and join us!