Poem: Hard roads
Balsam nights, nights heavy with perfume, balsam-scented earth at first rising of the full moon; And the hard roads that led to different destinations, the hard roads mellowed into silken strips of asphalt, bathed with particular guile, smothered in sudden mystery; All of a sudden did I see a wraith-like figure swaying, dark and musical? Did I see such a thing? Under a sweet moon, such dark shining? Something or someone swayed, some voices whispered some softt things, under the tamarinds, against that subtle light, a silhouette glowed, glided and was gone. Where am I now? -------------------------- ------------------------ --------------------------- From A Sad Piper 1994