Okido – July 2019

Poem

“Oh mother moon, your silver beams

Keep pulling like the tide...

I long to land upon your sand

And stay there by your side.”

The lovely moon at once replies,

“I’m never far away...

I’m always here, just disappear

When night turns into day...”

In outer space the planets spin,

The earth keeps turning round

Until the moth has had enough

And tumbles to the ground.

In the gentle glow of the silvery moon

The moth unfolds her wings -

‘No more’, she sighs, ‘no more,’ she cries

And ‘nevermore,’ she sings...