Lest the memory grow dim
Listen - Listen -
The sea waves wrinkling moonshine
The acacia leaves rimmed white
All the air atremble with breathing night.
Lest the memory grow dim
I lift my pen to write
Few words, a voice, no more.
Ears tuned to paddy frogs croaking:
The converse of shivering silvery leaves.
The hill sat brooding unamazed.
Lest the happiness grow dim
I lift my pen -
To write ? to listen ?
We sat there brooding unamazed
While the night talked.
Listen - Listen -
Lest the memory grow dim