shimmer me all spent,
spending every ounce of light
shedding shine for shine…
Full, the moon spreads far her loom . . .
and shines luminescent on a world still learning the power of the tiniest point of matter and love itself.
I have yet to find a point of light or focus of love more alluring than the moon.
‘nough said. . .
Or not. Check out the poetic flow of Li Po on the following link. Especially the one titled “Three–With The Moon and His Shadow” http://www.humanistictexts.org/LiPo.htm