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