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