Clair De Lune


Silence … unhurried
Silences within silence
The moon … listening

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on November 29, 2016, in Senryu and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. Her shell-like,
    Bending low to this little earth.
    She will turn away
    In sorrow and disbelief
    Fall and fade
    And become dark
    And empty
    Once more.

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  2. And tonight I too shall listen to the moon’s silver light.

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