Over northern hills ink clouds stain a perfect blue.
They grow dark and slow as the sorrows of others.
The full moon, a young girl in love glowing golden, illuminates all.
Roses dip on warm, motionless thought.
The way the seconds talk, the way the night settles deeper into itself
As if there were nothing else.
The way light turns purple, and the birth of stars.
This house, this little house creaks, its clocks tick on.
One or two slow flies spin the edge of rooms.
Little cat settles at the window; her white paws.
Words disappear.
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simonhlilly 
I think you achieved your ‘beautiful silence’ in this one, Simon. Spinning back from blue through the corners and colours of a prism towards light (white). Lovely mood.
Thank you!
I read your poem in the middle of the night. I was woken up by the moon. It had escaped a blanket of cloud and was shining into my eyes through the bedroom window and couldn’t get back to sleep. So then I found myself reading your poem, which spoke of a full moon. Then I stumbled onto your ‘Moon Sutras’ and after that felt sleepy again. When I woke up this morning I couldn’t help feeling that somehow the moon had drawn me in the middle of the night to your poetry. In Chinese astrology, I was born under the sign of the rabbit, which really means ‘hare’ as there aren’t any rabbits in China. The hare is a mystic and stares at the moon a lot. Hare myth suggests that the Hare is a symbol of balance, creative potency, regeneration, fertility, and eternity. and madness, genius and inspiration. My moon has just passed its fullness and is now waning. It may be I needed the power of the full moon right now and could only have it through your moon poems! I have had even writers tell me they ‘don’t see the point’ of poetry; well, here is the point; poetry strikes in places that other forms of writing never can. You call on the moon in a poem, you get it and then send out the poem into the world to do its work. Hope you don’t mind me sharing all that with you!
Many thanks, Moon Gazer! Tireless, endless mystery is the moon. Mind looking at itself.