Quickly now, it is dawn,
            luscious now, but drawing
            with hesitant clouds
            closer yet
            the cover of the darkness

                  over her eyes
            she,  is she
                    smiling with closed eyes
            she is saying; i am the moon?

            yes, she
                   is
                   the moon
                   in the form
                   of a question

           As the page of
                      a night
                      you are
                      by dawn
                            turning...