Moonlight, No. 1

The moon unexpectedly casts its light.

A warm ocean island's metal shell glints

and the earth shows its hidden treasures.

This armor that practices falling onto shoulders

gives off only a cold light, and no sound.

In silver fragments that float farther and farther

tonight I should at least find something to do.

Ferocity takes its chance to hide even deeper

an outstretched hand reaches the light

so soft that no matter the angle it never looks like a dagger.