The green water drops,
Lying placid,
On the suede petals,
Of a white, water lily.

The night sings a lullaby,
And the droplets recede;

Towards the kernel,
To rest in peace.
And sleep mutely,
Amongst the anthers;

Waiting to disperse,
To lose its being;

To move on,
In an eternal slumber,
And dwell endlessly,
In the Lily’s heart;

It’s almost,
The last quarter,
Of the cold and windy,
December night!

It sings a lullaby again,
Melancholic like the lost love;

This time for the white lily;
Fighting with the arctic wind,
Till the last,
Frozen breath sways;

Eventually, to slip inside;
The unfathomable womb,
Of the dead frozen lake;
And close the doors of petals;

For the next morning’s,
Virgin dew drops!

To make love eternally,
With those green water drops,
Curled inside its satin petals,
Inside the misty lake;

For all the endless nights,
Winter brings on its wings.