That night he told me loved me
I woke up in a trance to see the sunrise.
I rushed down to the lake
to find a jet plane racing me
past the sleepy silver crescent.
I sat down near the lake,
me, the silent ghost of mist above the water,
the clumsy toad in mid-air,
the water bird, in its slumber,
before the day breaks out of its shell with a sigh!
What’s more beautiful than this moment of suspense,
Before it breaks open, before its let out,
or even just before the sunrise.