Night Clouds

The white mares of the moon rush along the skyBeating their golden hoofs upon the glass Heavens;The white mares of the moon are all standing on their hind legsPawing at the green porcelain doors of the remote Heavens.Fly, Mares!Strain your utmost,Scatter the milky dust of stars,Or the tiger sun will leap upon you and destroy youWith one lick of his vermilion tongue.