Neither for stars nor moon
did this flowering tree yearn.

Even this moonless night
the tree filled with blossoms
is waiting
just for darkness.

While sea gull cleans its feathers
in the cold waves
of the night sea,
the flower
glows in the darkness
with a light like the lamps
in a distant mountain village.

Darkness,
generous oil:
This flower knows
the sweet rest that follows
in peace and tranquility.

The passing wind
kisses the flower,
and as the night deepens
the flower becomes
even more graceful.

Weary at morning light,
like a butterfly, it folds its wings.