YELLOW MOON

YELLOW MOON

Half-lidded eye of slumber,

Far-spying on the dream,

Late, silence-rising world,

The yellow-rising moon

Now silhouettes a single,

Broad, distant skyline tree.

From misty, midnight east,

It ventures on the vastness,

Where stars in hazy number

Are summer-patterned on the sky.

What beauty's stolen by the eye:

What artistry of wide creation

Our casual vision takes for free.

What brush could brave

This scene's perfection?

This subtle luminosity?

Mysterious and deep is sleep...

But ah!

What miracle it is

To see.