In the Moonshine

confused, tangled, surounded by elves and night spirits
creatures in tender gowns,
are salving,
glowing wounds
are healing what felt ultimate
maltreated souls
are smoothing contorted scars
alms of deep devotion and love.

Moonshine,
beeing one with the whole
not maltread,
unbound,
not confused, not tangled, always surounded by elves and night spirits.

(YM/Translation 2005)