How brave was the moon who met me
among embers spread out into the night.
How wise was the moon who wrote in ink that seeped through the sky's scrolls
of deep sighs that flowed from my lips.
How bare was the moon who faced me half-naked,
with his wounds magnified in the light.
How terrified was the moon who witnessed it all,
as I broke down like a barren tree.
How helpless was the moon who heard my groans
as the sun shooed him out from the sky.
How foolish was the moon when dusk came again,
and he tried to embrace me once more.