the day has left only
folded wings and bowed heads
waves have fallen in slumber
as quiet as the shore
footsteps have filled
the autumn night air
crush of stone on stone
soft cool pad of sand
silence comes to embrace me
brush the hair from my eyes
to look deeply within
holding me
as the dragon holds the white orchid
and releases me home
to see the moon’s watery face
~
lei fraser 