A heart is breaking into shards

in wake of dawn's parting.

Surely there are worlds where one can live free

of this yearning.

But how can I ever find

the way to quiet my mind?

On moonlit nights, and

even nights blotted of the moon,

I lie disconsolate. 

From Cuckoo by 

Shinkei

Blood Worm Moon setting this morning over Albuquerque
 as seen from high up on the Bear Canyon mountain trail.