Who are we, but sparks on the water
fading lanterns dipped in night
a wall curves around the garden.
at its base, stones where we sat
contemplating ritual smoke and
statues of deities overgrown
the lanterns are aglow in my eyes
but I cannot see clearly between
where the darkness gathers, night bunching its skirts
as a dancer spinning
we sit, lost in wonder
stars amidst darkened trees
we weave shadows into sound
we are all aglow in the garden
we are candlelight shed softly upon the ground
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