Carolina Maria Ferro
The Night of the Moon
It was as if the sky
had silently kissed the earth
that now she should dream of him
in the scintillation of the buds.
The air swept
through the fields,
the sheaves swayed delicately
and the woods silently roared,
so full of stars the night was clear.
And my soul spread out
and flew across the peaceful countryside
as if it were flying towards home.