A Mirror Floating in Water

The black night slowly rises
And the skinny beggars are unveiled
Their rough woods sticking out
Tragic, but for so long they grew
Stretching their arms out
To come close to the world,
Reaching from the depths
Of passionless isolation
For the days of old memory
Of waving grass in summers breeze
Are now gone
Buried and embedded in the dead landscape
Of subtle white beauty