Moonrise

The shapes of the sun…in my skin

Are right in the…way that I feel

No one of this…insufficient opulence…

Can make me change my mind

Because…The seagulls and crows…

Are…singing…tonight

And they do not stop their innermost melody…

They just…sing

In my spyglass, I can see

The light passing through, the shadow of you

But not the moonlight

It is hidden

Because…

The moon does not show itself to be seem

It is seem because it shows itself

In all it’s colors

Tonight