Natural Light Poem by Ivo Cosentino

Moon of the night,
I wish you could sing
You're indispensable to my being,
You guide me through this land,
of sparrows and nightingales,
over the bottle-green grass,
rain or shine or snow;
You're there every night
and the wrens sing to you,
contemplating you
and pondering on their thirst;
and in your eyes they see,
a lovely face,
for you have a face,
like all moons,
sometimes different
but you have one face
A face that illuminates.