Clouds dispersed
And still, it looks vague,
Dreamy up there;
Tonight’s moon hanging
In the haze of spring.

In spring I spend day
With flowers, wanting no night
It’s turned around
In fall when I watch the moon
All night, resenting the day.

A world without
The scattering of blossoms,
Without the clouding
Over of the moon would deprive
Me of my melancholy.

Tree-filtered
Patch of moonlight fades with dawn;
Staring at it gives
Loneliness…deepened by winds
Soughing through pines on the peaks.

This leaky, tumble-down
Grass hut left opening for the moon,
And I gazed at it
All the while it was mirrored
In a tear-drop fallen on my sleeve.

The moon, like you,
Is far away from me, but its
Our sole memento;
If you look and recall our past
Through it, we now can be one mind.

To that person
Wanting recall of events past
In this world below:
“Why not ask the moon above?”
May be the most fit response.


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