Before The Rooster Crows

At death our friends and relations either draw nearer to us and are found out, or depart further from us and are forgotten. Friends are as often brought nearer together as separated by death. - Thorea

at the midnight hour

float me down the tired river

with a white flower

Author's Note

“Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in. I drink at it; but while I drink I see the sandy bottom and detect how shallow it is. Its thin current slides away, but eternity remains. I would drink deeper; fish in the sky, whose bottom is pebbly with stars.” - Thoreau

Reviews

[Lara]

This piece is understated yet awash with "beautiful."
Very 'japanese' - a cultural aesthetic that is to be...savoured.
Less is more, and quite, quite enough.
Nicely done!

[Pete]

thank you for taking the plunge.