Over meadow stands new moon, <br />Over boundary of dew. <br />Come, we'll make a friend of you, <br />Dear, distant, alien. <br /> <br />In the day I hide, am quiet. <br />Moon above - I have no might! <br />I rush on this lunar night <br />To the shoulder of beloved. <br /> <br />I'll never ask me, 'Who's he?' <br />All to know, your lips will say! <br />Hugs are rude but in the day, <br />In the day the fit is funny. <br /> <br />In the day, torn by a demon proud, <br />With a smile on lips I lie. <br />Night, though.. Darling, far away.. <br />Crescent stands above the wood!<br /><br />Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/new-moon-15/
