Behind these yellow leaves I see the maiden of the moon's boat,
her smile straying, her light throat bent over the path of suffering.
Inside a convent of trees she rides, the Bride of my God,
floating a silver mile below her shining side,
as I, like these many branches, open my heart to her.
Eric Ratcliffe
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-maiden-of-the-moon-s-boat/
