~Anna

The physician wore moonlight
on straight broad shoulders
well into the night,
his black mare
a flaming star,

Once upon a time
they stopped for
a cool sip
near the valley foretold
in his youthful dreams:
Sweet River Of The Willow tree,

Enlightenment
was fast asleep,
spreading like wildfire
the scent of gardenia and
lotus blossom, the touch of
mimosa falling from her
silver hair,

he smiled,
quietly passing her by
to heal the
sick and raise the dead.