Moon of the night, <br />I wish you could sing <br />You're indispensable to my being, <br />You guide me through this land, <br />of sparrows and nightingales, <br />over the bottle-green grass, <br />rain or shine or snow; <br />You're there every night <br />and the wrens sing to you, <br />contemplating you <br />and pondering on their thirst; <br />and in your eyes they see, <br />a lovely face, <br />for you have a face, <br />like all moons, <br />sometimes different <br />but you have one face <br />A face that illuminates.<br /><br />Ivo Cosentino<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/natural-light-2/
