The wine poured like a river,
When his boat cut the night apart,
Two moons had been tamed,
Both accompanied him to the end.
He felt that he was able to embrace the moon,
Waiting in the dark currents.
He bent down, then down
The moon broke into sentences,
And merged back perfectly as one poem.
[reprinted from WORDS 74 (SVA literary journal), edited by Professor Louis Phillips]