Three Tanka on a theme (reprint)

The men that loved her
Knew not what was in her soul.
The pain, the anguish,
That led her to deep waters,
Where she drowned all her passion.

Her thoughts turned to home,
Elusive, transitory
Source of memories.
In dark pavement tapestries
She moved in search of solace.

She would fall again
Tonight, into the black pool
Of a stranger's eyes
Diving momentarily
Into a false happiness.