The full sunlit side of the moon filled
Our room with light
That broke through autumn trees;
We could have stayed awake all night trying
To name it, as it lit up the clock, corners,
Our heads on pillows.
But we fell asleep with its light
On our eyelids, with nothing to hide,
Not even private dreams.
I felt not too far from being translated,
The same way sunlight was interpreted
By the moon face we could see.
Reprinted Courtesy of Shearsman.|
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