Gloaming

Like a curtain beneath the whiteness

of their close-wrapped petals,

the lilies have closed in their hearts

and the ladybirds have gone to bed.

Until the morning light,

hidden like a virgin's dream

in the heart of the lilies,

the ladybirds have gone to bed.

The lilies only sleep for a moment.

Shall we not speak of love,

heads bent together?

The ladybirds have gone to bed.