The Lost Moon

A morning Moon

with half his splendor lost in the fog

and half still shining in the mist,

was about to say adieu.

But the world of vegetation stirred, invisibly and subtle,

the magic lingered in the air still.

Suddenly the borders vanished.

The grey sky touched the earth.

And a world hitherto unseen, opened to me.

I saw before my eyes, the massive clusters of the roots,

restless, deep, as if with thousands of feathered quills,

they were writing a script for the earth to read

and decipher at some later date,

finally to dedicate

to the force of Life that stirred within.