hung with paper lanterns strung
through its canopy spread
through its canopy spread
with fat, white stars -
Making shadow webs stretch, intershift
and connect in leaf and branch swaying
through white-flamed dark
It's a place we would meet
in some strange, shared dream.
Making shadow webs stretch, intershift
and connect in leaf and branch swaying
through white-flamed dark
It's a place we would meet
in some strange, shared dream.
Who dressed it up beautifully?
We don't know.
All we know when we see those lights
spreading out and above, walking in
from each side, catching eyes: is this.
So long as we stray, so long as those
lanterns are lit, it can never be day.
It would stay this night, only always
this night, going never amiss.
We don't know.
All we know when we see those lights
spreading out and above, walking in
from each side, catching eyes: is this.
So long as we stray, so long as those
lanterns are lit, it can never be day.
It would stay this night, only always
this night, going never amiss.
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