I saw the full moon coming out in the still sky.
It was a calm night; the sky was clear.
Clouds soon came out, floating
To splay colour on the dreamy sky.
The gardens were so full of flowers.
Birds were flying in a shifting horizon.
The moon looked like a portrait,
On a canvas, with changing interpretations.
The moon was so light and fragile, like a speck
Suspended in the boundless sky,
As if to illuminate the spirit of the sky.
It moved up, above the dark, at the call of the dawn.
I saw a cosmic hall, touched by warmth, and filled with light.
I saw in the dead of winter
A sparrow coming inside.
It darts joyfully in the gleam of light.
It disappears, as it appeared, beyond the familiar
No one knows where.