The Moonlight

 
The  moonlight on the water’s screen
Reflects like a bridge to the sky.
Don’t  cast  prudence to the wind
And never try to climb.

This is a bright miracle’s stream
Be sure and be quiet.
Don’t go into a shaky dream.
It’s only a ghost’s night!

When evening comes, the moon will rise
Like a puzzling yellow ball,
New wind  will shatter a water’s glass…
Moon’s bridge can not recall.

Our wishes which anticipate,
They often come to fall.
We never know a future day,
The past  can not recall.


                The Bahamas, 03/08/2010