A colorful scarf, like a tree in bloom,
Ripples in the air-a gesture to the moon-
And seems somehow to shine with a secret light:
A gift of radiance in reflective night,
That here conceals, there reveals, curving lines,
That flow like waves, and flood as each unwinds.
And as each its darkness does unfold,
A florid spring of blooming light embolds:
But let it fall into memory’s sea,
Where it rises and falls, and rests with thee.