
Moon through your window
same as the one I’m seeing
beaming with Lover’s joy

Moon through your window
same as the one I’m seeing
beaming with Lover’s joy

how does one explain
when all share the same space – yet
some die and some thrive

red paper lanterns
I walk the fields of my youth
harvest moon again

water standing still
presents a perfect mirror
to pause and reflect

don’t mind me
I’m just along
for the ride