PREFACE
Cloistered in orchid room the days go bye the nights are long no one to hear thy souls song floating clouds hide moon wrapped in thoughts thru thy jade vault thy sighs rustle dust upon floor whilest thy orchid fragrance wafts thru cobwebs along doors beam one glance at empty bed up wells a thousand dreams the guttering candle almost spent no one the spend with pale thy flowers bloom glistening with dew fingers wet fromst strumming swollen strings blossoms dew soaks kingfisher quilt a flower hast only one spring now gone no more to return long autumn nights ahead with no one to share Flowers growing on plain glass