The moon above

A kindness returned from you 
Reflects the light of the moon
Soon as the monsoon passes.

It's all that's needed for the world

To again show the yellow bone 

Risen above the Cypress.

The Cypress clears a space

In the grove of the Mediterranean 

   olives.

It's because the moon shows 

Herself I have decided love

Will not be conquered 

And my intention not be unseen 

By the way I have wandered.

To reciprocate would be simply to

Save much needed face.

On the surface it seems your account 

Of my deeds aren't welcomed,

But to see with the heart the story

Of the moon above the Cypress 

 is different.

It clears the mind as to what you

You saw my intention as 

In the first place.

Now you have returned to me that

   kindness.
If you have seen with my eyes 

Than you have seen with my heart 
So I chart through the grove
And look up and find the moon knows.