Onfwan Fouad: The Fool Moon
Like poetry, I slip into the soul, And wander beneath the skin with gentlest grace. For poetry is written on an airy scroll, While I go dancing on the water’s face. Poems scatter the leaves where your spirit grows, While I alight upon the branch where your heart blows. I wax full when the hours reach their height, I comfort the lonely and flood lovers with light. Poets and painters hold me close and dear, While doctors diagnose me as the dusk draws near. The lonely catch a glimpse of my embrace At the dawn of silence, in a quiet place, And the lost find their path, no longer blind, Deep in the desert wilderness of mind. So, who am I!? The Answer: The Full Moon
