"La Lune" (a poem - 2005?)

watch and contemplate.
ne confonds pas
le doigt qui te montre la lune
et la lune.
I’ve got to contemplate some more
this truth takes time and meditation.
the moon
shines brightest
when the night is
dark.

if a finger pointing
to the moon
is just the same as any other finger
would be
were it pointing
to the same moon
where does
the soul behind that finger,
the heart inside that man,
stand?

In my dream
I kept seeing
the moon
reflected inside one man's eyes.
the eyes were deep, warm and captivating
I had no desire
whatsoever
to turn my sight away
and twist my neck
to the moon instead
to watch and contemplate
its marble whiteness
in the distant sky

then a star fell from on high
and whispered gently in my ear
"it's quite simple, my dear,
Mother Nature gives and takes
that man one day will close his eyes
or look away
but you need not think
that the moon
has gone with him.
fix the mind of your heart
on the highest high
and know the truth.
the moon lives in the sky
and it will shine again
for centuries to come
through someone else's eyes.
its spell will never end
till the last day comes
when all that will be left
will be
love
in its purest form.