Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, Where silent waters gently stream, A lonely pine whispers ancient dreams Of mountain mist and starlit beams. Two travelers met at twilight’s fall Where crumbling stones recall A poet’s verse on this same wall Echoing through the evening’s thrall. One spoke of journeys yet untried, The other of the peace inside These mountains where all worries hide— Where time and sorrow briefly bide. They shared some wine beneath the boughs As night adorned her jeweled h...
