Tonight, the crescent moon in its former glory
enroll in a light path, gauging the strength,
the rhthyms and play of silence last long, …
bring us into the thick folds of ebbs and tides,
as difficult as its sound of watery tall waves
never actually stop or slow down in process,
deeper the impressions or gradually fade out
a great spectacle really well worth observing.
nothing remotely solitary on my probing mind
want to talk to you, rush past on a milky way
respond to your overpowering celestial smile
calling up our emotions, explode and perish
only to remember that in the midst of all this,
Dark night reminds us of bright morning light.