River flow deep,
Murmur no more your joyous tones
beneath a reflecting Flower Moon.
Carry on your ceaseless currents
my gifts given, too soon, away.
Drift Jade Heart, downstream
love’s bud must pass un-bloomed.
As incense sweet assails the night,
guide this fragile bamboo raft,
bound in betrothal silk a-fray,
to a distance far from lantern’s light,
from this mocking Lover’s Moon.
Poetry by SS Matthews