Under The Harvest Moon

Under the Harvest Moon,

When the soft silver drips Shimmering

Over the garden nights

Death,the grey mocker

Comes and whispers to you...

As a beautiful Friend

Who Remembers

Under the summer roses

When the flagrant crimson

Lurks' in the dusk

Of the Wild red leaves"

Love, with the little hands

Comes and touches you

With a thousand Memories

And asks you

Beautiful unanswerable questions