A silver moon drifts on the river’s face, While willows weep along the shadowed shore. A lonely boatman sings of distant grace, His oars dividing waves that softly roar. He thinks of home beyond the misty miles, Where lanterns glow like fireflies in spring. The water holds a chain of sparkling smiles, As stars above their gentle whispers bring. The current flows like time, both deep and wide, Carrying dreams on its eternal tide.
