Came I on tiptoe
And stood on the shore.
From the womb
Of the dusk,
The moon, a dazzle,
Took birth.
Came the gleaner
Of my moonlight song
Out of the haze.
From the encircling grove
Multitudes of diverse sounds
Swelled into one great symphony.
Gave the earth
A cup to the sky.
My beautiful moon!
Winged courtiers jeered
Crisscross across the sky
On urgent errands to unknown
Destinations.
The rivers belly gurgled
With the ecstasy of fishes.
The distant stars plied
A minstrelsy to the court
Of our sky - touching tryst.