Moon
Moon view through bamboo pines,
Mystic magic aura;
Blue glow in brief grapevine,
Silence weaves through flora.
Late evening I stroll,
By this parkway alone;
Straying thoughts drift and roll,
Cold wind chills my old bones.
The world of work needs rest,
For mortal humans here;
I stroll by to digest,
To observe far and near.
Crickets in the shrubs sing,
Strange cacophony loud;
Moon speaks as silence flings,
Sentimental and proud.
Crystals streams of moon glow,
I spy the heavens vast;
Discern a vivid show,
Then turn homewards at last.
Leon Enriquez
25 May 2016
Singapore
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