The high trail twists
beneath slow steps,
my shadow in the moonlight walks
alternately before me and behind.
The path is illumined in
swathes of pearl;
the earth's sky, awash
in the brightness of her satellite
is unafraid to show
a tint of indigo.
Ridgelines clearly carved,
deeply veined with stark snow,
echo the audible song
of the moon's brilliance.