In a quiet sky I saw a full moon
It was a calm night; the sky was clear
The gardens were full of flowers
Birds were soaring in a shifting horizon, like a poem
The moon looked like a portrait in an empty canvas, with drifting interpretations
I found the moon so light and fragile, like a speck suspended in a boundless sky
The moon looked like a torch, as if to uplift the spirit of the sky
It moved up the sky, above the dark
I saw the moon coming inside a cosmic room
Filled with warmth and light
It disappeared, as it appeared, beyond the familiar