Beautiful

As a slender crescent or a half or a full disc you come. Every night you come, you scatter the radiance of beauty in my eyes. Though you are far from me. Though your name was not recorded beside my name. Though I never possessed you, — like a ring or a bed. — and I am a thousand leagues from the mere wish to own you. Even so you come: every night you pass through the wall of black clouds you shine on me and my window, brimming with the joy of beauty: — my sweet moon...