FULL MOON ON TOP OF A CHAMPAGNE PALM'S TIP

if this world is only a pond
of crystal clear water
the mirror of cotton clouds
the intimate half of the sky

if this world is only a matter
of the moon sitting softly
on the comfort of the marshes

or some whispers of the reeds
and an offering of beauty
with the petals of the pink lotus
and leaves opening to space
embracing everything in a universe

i would not have walked away
and looked for my star
i would not have followed what
the fingers of the sun hinted
i would not have believed
that somewhere at the foot
of a rainbow lies my pot of gold

i would not have succumbed to
the misery of the worms the
tragedy of the broken wings