Intoxicated Moon Poem by Anahit Arustamyan

INTOXICATED MOON


Intoxicated moon! What do your yellow eyes catch?
One bulb may find light for its glass shell.
Another bulb may quench.
One leaf is still on a branch.
Another leaf may fall on a bench.
Owls are punished for being sage.
Moon! Do you heal their blindness with your nights' hands?
One mask will leave its theater's stage.
Another mask might turn to a face.
Moon! One wolf may howl at you in its craze.
Another wolf will run along its woods' paths.
Moon! When curly clouds hide themselves
You get intoxicated to intoxicate.