The moon shines like a phosphorescent pearl,
Washing the pines and water in a silver glow.
I've walked this wooded path many nights;
Singing songs to the heavenly river above
About this earthly river below.
Sitting on my favorite rock,
I write these words with water on stone,
"How many years do I have left?
Does any man know?"
And like a dream,
I watch the words evaporate
Up into the void of the sky. AD 889