By the Moonlight

The bowed beak

pierces through the skin of fire.

Kicking the world inside out

with deep blind worries

and harsh arguments

the filtered ashes

try to feel lonely,

but there is to much

of them.

On the ashes of a tree

only one ornament

is needed---

an egret

who by the moonlight

learns to cry

with all the questions

and to rejoice.

~Akiane

(Claire)

with all the answers.