Saturday, March 2, 2013

At night I ask the moon

 
At night,
I open the window
and ask the moon
to come and press
its face against mine.
Breathe into me.
Close the language door
and open
the love window.


The moon won't use the door,
only the window.

  -- Rumi

1 comment:

Maureen said...

I've always loved those last two lines.