she signs herself in <br />and out of the sky <br />a vast domain she <br />has with her kins <br /> <br />the stars and the one <br />who surreptitiously <br />showers on her his glory <br /> <br />to keep the key to <br />her throne a secret <br />she takes a new signature <br />each day to her coveted seat <br /> <br />from a round lamp <br />to a bright sharpened sickle <br />to harvest the fields <br /> <br />so punctual is she <br />with her presence <br />she has been akin <br />to a heavenly calender <br /> <br />through her signature <br />the ancients learnt the <br />cycle of things <br /> <br />lunar lunar calender <br />to remember <br />the start of war <br />the end of war <br />the union, the parting, <br />the reunion <br />the conception <br />the new born, <br />the death anniversary <br /> <br />a story, sad or happy, <br />to sign in every new moon <br />into our life <br /> <br />by john tiong chunghoo <br />inspired by Thoreau's <br />- <br /> <br />The full-orbed moon with unchanged ray <br />Mounts up the eastern sky, <br />Not doomed to these short nights for aye, <br />But shining steadily. <br /> <br />She does not wane, but my fortune, <br />Which her rays do not bless, <br />My wayward path declineth soon, <br />But she shines not the less. <br /> <br />And if she faintly glimmers here, <br />And paled is her light, <br />Yet alway in her proper sphere <br />She's mistress of the night. <br /> <br />Henry David Thoreau<br /><br />john tiong chunghoo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/remembering-henry-david-thoreau-s-the-moon/
