Moonlight The moon beams the glowworm glows sleep is seldom ruined, but worry over this heedless lot ruins sleep in my tearful eyes. Dawn stands worried at my side morning urges me to announce its arrival to the lot. alas! a thorn inside, stops me in my tracks. A delicate rose stem which I planted with my hands and watered with my life its thorns break inside me. I fumble about to open a door uselessly expecting someone to meet a jumble of walls and doors crumbles over my head. The moon beams the glow-worm glows blisters marking a distant road Standing before the village a single man knapsack on his back, hand on the knocker, murmurs "Worry over this lot ruins sleep in my tearful eyes."