Lest the memory grow dim

Lest the memory grow dim

Listen - Listen -

The sea waves wrinkling moonshine

The acacia leaves rimmed white

All the air atremble with breathing night.

 

Lest the memory grow dim

I lift my pen to write

Few words, a voice, no more.

Ears tuned to paddy frogs croaking:

The converse of shivering silvery leaves.

 

The hill sat brooding unamazed.

 

Lest the happiness grow dim

I lift my pen -

To write ? to listen ?

We sat there brooding unamazed

While the night talked.

 

Listen - Listen -

Lest the memory grow dim