There is a time when gold of moon
becomes so rich in hue and light
there is nothing that could
in any way
surpass this beauty.
And, as it glides so imperceptibly
toward the darkness of the mountain
waiting,
the sorrow of the moment
becomes so hard to bear;
such sadness that this beauty
will so soon vanish
and will never again
be this.
And then the morning light begins
to touch the tops
of those same dark hills
And turns the bare trees of winter
to such a deep and burnished gold
the skies themselves
tremble ‘round their edge with awe
as they in turn become suffused
with a brilliant and vibrating blue
as never before
was seen.
Oh, what to do! Oh, what to do!
Can any moment become
an infinity in itself?
Can time be stopped
and nothing else
be added to this instant
But expand forever only
and be deepened ?
