Mother - Of - Pearl Moon

Green lamps hung from branches of trees dead
Feathers in the headdress welded with thread
Mother-of-pearl moon

And the spring flowers turning
The courtesans in their rooms
Preening, dressing, undressing
Dust falling

Broken light on the black water
Still apricot trees outlined alive
As time lags behind us
And we see their blue sashes wave like sails

Your subtle mind like a cat in the night
Threading softly around me
The tangled locks of your jet black hair

The courtesans in their rooms
Turning out their lights
With mother-of-pearl moon



Credits
Writer(s): Justin Jones, Simon Huw Jones
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