Claire de Lune

A luminous face in the darkness,

Snowy skin; sensual reverie,

Moonlit eyes

Dainty feet grazing the silken surface of the foggy lake,

On a wintry November evening

The heart is gladdened not by the sight of her delicate beauty,

But by her swan-like grace.

Another memory unfurls, shy to the gentlest touch;

Enlightened by knowledge, saddened by joy

A sprig of baby’s breath slips into an aged book of Greek sonnets.