Behind these yellow leaves I see the maiden of the moon's boat, <br />her smile straying, her light throat bent over the path of suffering. <br />Inside a convent of trees she rides, the Bride of my God, <br />floating a silver mile below her shining side, <br />as I, like these many branches, open my heart to her.<br /><br />Eric Ratcliffe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-maiden-of-the-moon-s-boat/
