We lay on our bed in alignment with the stars
The light from the moon flooded into our room
From that night forward we became known as the pale lovers
But often we were so radiant in front of the sun
You watch me dress into my worldly clothes
I am visiting our shared mother
You have declined attendance
As you wish no harm
I admire your energy
In a street market I buy some figs
I share them with our mother
On a bench next to the blue river
I think of your warm waters
Later you and I cross the white bridge
Which is full of sentimental priests