I lay awake tossing and turning
all night long.
I am unaware that mid-day has passed
until I see the day moon silently fading.

When the elegant image of you as you leave
appears as the day moon,
the clear sky fills up like an autumn river
deeper and deeper.

Waves of recollection are coloring
every undulation
of the blue lakeshore.

Your face like a white day moon,
ages silently with the figure
of a gourd flower.