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