I found the moon
on a bed of flowers
With his beams
cast in white
In a moonlit garden
that gleamed in silver
On a clear and cloudless
starry night
No reds stood proud
no tangerines
No purples
in royal sheen
Quiet greys
and blooms of whites
That tossed back
his ivory light
I found comfort
peace and calm
In darkness
that lent her charm
The greens warmed
by a streaming stole
And beauty
that heals the soul
Each day is lit
with the flaming sun
Yet loveliness
when the night comes
For what mysticism
and mysteries
Can the eyes
in darkness see