Behind the blameless trees
old fate slowly builds
her mute countenance.
Wrinkles grow there...
What a bird shrieks here
springs there like a gasp of warning
from a soothsayer’ s hard mouth. And the soon-to-be lovers
smile on each other, not yet knowing farewell,
and round about them, like a constellation,
their destiny casts
its nightly spell.
Still to come, it does not reach out to them,
it remains
a phantom
floating in its heavenly course.