Arising from a sound sleep
Drawn to the window
Across the river, rising from an ink-black sky
A thumbnail sliver of yellow moon
Am I the only one called here
To witness this miracle
This gentle rising of beauty
Yellow moonlight reflecting off the darkened still river?
It feel like I am the keeper of this quiet moment
This close to an awakened midnight phenom
What a treasure to witness the universe unfolding
I shall hold this image, a memory now, in memory.