Lunar

Darkening in the dark
of pine trees –
twilight.

*

Moon, tonight you are
a sliver, a rind
of all my yesterdays.

Moon, my life sometimes loses
its shape.

*

Boat-shaped moon
above the dark water
where do we sail tonight?

*

Glide by, silent moon,
glimpsed through windscreen and dark trees.
You lead, I’ll follow.

- Eduard Burle