The moon distils a silence. Black clouds huddle across the stars; I walk in deserted gardens Breaking the dry leaves under my feet. Leaves have littered the marble seat Where the lovers sat in silence . . . Leaves have littered the empty seat . . . Down there the black pool, quiveringly, Ripples the floating moon . . . Down there the tall trees, restlessly, Shake beneath the moon . . . Beloved, I walk alone . . . What ghost is this that walks with me, Always in darkness walks with me? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SCHOOLS OF LITTLE FISH by MARVIN BELL SELF-ANALYSIS by DAVID IGNATOW |