Night Vigil

Night Vigil

The waxing moon

hooked the world into night

its duty done all right

And went to sleep soon

Then I take over the turn

As a waning moon’s concern

To Play the vigil for

 the remaining last quarter

Watch out for the few stars

for the bamboo shadows

For the rain drops

And for the croaking of frogs

And Chirping of crickets

 As Neruda said

“I like you as the sound of silence

As if I have lost myself.”