We saw them last night
Spread against the sky.
Somewhere in perfect patterns
Which we could understand;
And some we could not,
But, beautiful all the same.
Smiling and winking at each other
Having a chat may be
About the moon, who was missing.
Some said he got down,
Through its dancing reflection
From the sky into the beautiful lake
With white lilies,
Where a fair girl was bathing;
He has not come back since.
And the blue lake, the green lily leaves,
The black night bird
Won't say a word.
But, the sun
Has come out this morning,
Red in shame.
Does it know?
Has it seen something?
But, it won't tell either.
The stars have now set it upon themselves
To look for the unwilling moon,
And have it come back to the sky.
Here, they have spread out against every leaf of bamboo
Hanging on the tips,
Looking in all directions,
Signalling each other with movements in the wind:
But will the find?
The sun is not helping at all,
Growing big and pale in anger.
The stars have to hasten their search
Else the sky and they
Will be without company at night.
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