Author Jonathan Chaves Thatched hut among the pines, door open near a cliff; under the cliff, rare flowers surround the terrace. Who knocks on the bramble gate, and wakes me from my dream of cranes? ā My friend has come to visit me through a thousand miles of moonlight. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments