Moonlit

Backwards through the waterfalls and into melting candle wax. All the plants withdrawn in bubbles With ribbon mustached men The old man reads aloud his scroll His beard dangling in the boat But the small knome sails away His oar pushing through white whiskers A crescent moon behind the columns Reflects rainbow orbs within the night Encircling the chandolier That sways amidst the clouds The mountains in the distance Way beyond the waters edge The turtles, far beyond the falls have made it to the steps One by one in single file Past the watching owls eyes They slip through mushroom covered grounds And leave their broken shells behind